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.
Lincoln
Vachel Lindsay
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Poem topics: dream, god, lonely, star, soul, earth, storm, spirit, grave, slave, stream, imperial, fire, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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