~Abraham Lincoln, October 26, 1862
If you intend to go to work, there is no better place than right where you are.
~Abraham Lincoln, November 4, 1851
Lincoln
Like a gaunt, scraggly pine
Which lifts its head above the mournful sandhills;
And patiently, through dull years of bitter silence,
Untended and uncared for, starts to grown.
Ungainly, laboring, huge,
The wind of the north has twisted and gnarled its branches;
Yet in the heat of mid-summer days, when thunder clouds ring the horizon,
A nation of men shall rest beneath its shade.
And it shall protect them all,
Hold everyone safe there, watching aloof in silence
Until at last, one mad stray bolt of the zenith
Shall strike it in an instant down to earth.
~John Gould Fletcher
from Silver Pennies 1926
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