General William Booth enters into Heaven, and other poems/Lincoln

by Nicholas Vachel Lindsay

For works with similar titles, see Lincoln.

LINCOLN

WOULD I might rouse the Lincoln in you all,
That which is gendered in the wilderness
From lonely prairies and God's tenderness.
Imperial soul, star of a weedy stream,
Born where the ghosts of buffaloes still dream,
Whose spirit hoof-beats storm above his grave,
Above that breast of earth and prairie-fire—
Fire that freed the slave.