BY (REV.) JOSEPH C. BOOTH.
What tenderness, beyond description's song,
Blended with granite firmness, unsurpassed:
The iron jaw, wrought to defy the blast;
The golden mouth that held the diamond tongue,
That cut the heart of selfishness and stung
Hypocrisy; those eyes prophetic, cast
In wisdom's mold; that noble brow—so vast—
The glory of the Land from which he sprung!
Man's face is index of his character,
And character the flower of human life!
Then, study well the face of Lincoln, Sir:
Behold the marks of sorrow, care and strife!
A face so striking, rugged, sure, refined—
Reflects a gentle soul—a ponderous mind!
Troy Times. February 12, 1918: 7 col 1.