Abraham Lincoln

O, sorely tried, yet true in every trial!
     With the sad burden of a nation’s fate
     Lai on thy heart, not crushed beneath the weight,
But with new strength endued and self-denial,
And serene patience—worthiest thou to mate
     With the dear Pater Patriæ! Henceforth Fame
     Keeps for thy guerdon a still prouder name,
Which a great people, saved from treason’s hate
And from the curse which gave that treason birth,
Shall shout exultant to the populous earth—
Salvator Patriæ! So thy name shall be
     The glorious synonym of faith sublime,
     A power and impulse to the after-time,
A household word wherever man is free!