"Give us a man of God's own mould, Born to marshal his fellow-men; io One whose fame is not bought and sold At the stroke of a politician's pen; Give us the man of thousands ten, Fit to do as well as to plan; Give us a rallying-cry, and then, 15 Abraham Lincoln, give us a MAN! "No leader to shirk the boasting foe, And to march and countermarch our brave, Till they fall like ghosts in the marshes low, And swamp-grass covers each nameless grave; 20 Nor another, whose fatal banners |