George Reginald Margetson, "Abraham Lincoln" (1928)
And knaves and tyrants ruled the market-place,
There gloating o'er the miseries of a race
Trading in human flesh for private gain;
He heard the moans of slvaes to heaven ascend
And saw men prostrate, wreathed in grime and mud;
It made the Moon in agony wring blood
And caused his heart to melt, his breast to rend.
He wept to see the country that he loved
Cursed with disease, slow-dying at the core,
To see hounds fattening on the human gore
And his revolting soul with ,pity moved.
He caught the vision of a brighter day
And like a flaming meteor blazed the way.
Published in Saturday Evening Quill, June 1928