Lincoln, The Man Of The People

Lincoln, The Man Of The People

Fight Ever On: This Earthly Stuff If Used God’s Way Will Be Enough. Face To The Firing Line O Friend Fight Out Life’s Battle To The End. One Soldier, When The Fight Was Red, Threw Down His Broken Sword And Fled. Another Snatched It, Won The Day, With What His Comrade Flung Away.

Three Were The Fates. Poverty That Chains; Gray Drudgery That Grinds The Hope Away, And Gaping Ignorance That Starves The Soul.

The Crest And Crowning Of All Good, Life's Final Star, Is Brotherhood.

Sorrows Come To Stretch Out Places In The Heart For Joy.