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<title>Lincoln's grave / words and music by Isaiah W. Gougler ...: a machine readable transcription.</title>
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<p>Lincoln&apos;s Grave.</p>

<p>Far out on the plains of the beautiful west, <lb>
Whose glory and wonder Columbia adorn, <lb>
The martyr of freedom in triumph shall rest, <lb>
To bless all the living and all yet unborn; <lb>
The hand that hath slain him, how vile, O how vile! <lb>
To mar that fair visage so kind and so true! <lb>
No more shall assail him whose heart knew no guile, <lb>
But wither and perish a doom justly due.</p>

<p>O shade of the blessed, a nation in tears, <lb>
In sorrow and sadness its loss must deplore, <lb>
The God who hath led thee will quell all our fears, <lb>
His goodness that gave thee we still will adore; <lb>
Sweet peace, gentle sleeper, thy spirit attend, <lb>
While men, yes while angels thy praises shall sing, <lb>
Against thy blest mem&apos;ry O who dare offend! <lb>
And not to its altar his best off&apos;rings bring.</p>

<p>O spirit undying for death none the less, <lb>
But like Him who died that the earth might rejoice, <lb>
Thou risest victorious the nations to bless; <lb>
The bondman&apos;s delivrer, America&apos;s choice, <lb>
The hand that hath slain thee, how vile, O how vile! <lb>
To mar thy fair visage, so kind and so true, <lb>
No more shall assail thee whose heart knew no guile, <lb>
But wither and perish a doom justly due.</p>


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