And what of thee,
O Lincoln's Land?
What gloom Is darkening above the Sunset Sea?
Vowed Champion of Liberty, deplume Thy war-crest, bow thy knee,
Before God answer thee.
What talk is thine of rebels?
Didst thou turn,
My very child, thy vaunted sword on me,
To scoff to-day at patriot fires that burn In hearts unbound to thee,
Flames of the Sunset Sea?
