Abraham Lincoln

Abraham Lincoln,
His hand and pen:
He will be good
God knows When

Canto
My childhood’s home I see again,    And sadden with the view;
And still, as memory crowds my brain,    There’s pleasure in it too
O Memory

A wild-bear chace, didst never see
Then hast thou lived in vain
Thy richest bump of glorious glee,    Lies desert in thy brain
When first my father settled here,    ’Twas then the frontier line:

Here, where the lonely hooting
Sends forth his midnight moans,
Fierce wolves shall o’er my carcase growl,
Or buzzards pick my bones

A sweet plaintive song did I hear,  And I fancied that she was the singer—May emotions as pure, as that song set a-stir  Be the worst that the future shall bring her

You are young, and I am older;
You are hopeful,
I am not —Enjoy life, ere it grow colder —Pluck the roses ere they rot
Teach your beau to heed the lay —That sunshine soon is lost in shade —That now's as good as any day —To take thee,

Gen
Lees invasion of the North written by himself— In eighteen sixty three, with pomp, and mighty swell, Me and Jeff’s Confederacy, went forth to sack Phil-del, The Yankees the got arter us, and giv us particular hell, And we skedaddled back ...