g hand, true soul--yet, while we weep
Let us remember, e'en amid our tears,
'Tis God who gives to his beloved sleep.

So sleeps he now, the chosen man of God,
No more shall care or sorrow wring his breast;
The weary one and heavy laden, lies
Hushed by the voice of God to endless rest.

We need no solemn knell, no tolling bells,
No chanted dirge, no vain words sadly said.
The saddest knell that ever stirred the air
Rang in those words, "Our President is dead!"

[Illustration: PUBLIC VAULT, OAK RIDGE CEMETERY, SPRINGFIELD, ILL.,

On the day of Lincoln's funeral]

The remains of President Lincoln were deposited in this receiving
vault of Oak Ridge Cemetery, Springfield, Illinois, on the 4th of May,
1865, where they remained until December 21, 1865, when they were
removed to a temporary vault near the site of the public one. On
September 19, 1871, the remains were removed to the monument which had
been erected and which stands on the top of the hill in that cemetery
back of the public vault. The remains of Mrs. Lincoln, Willie and
Thomas (Tad), are also resting there.

LET THE PRESIDENT SLEEP

_By James M. Stewart_

Let the President sleep! all his duty is done,
He has lived for our glory, the triumph is won;
At the close of the fight, like a warrior brave,
He retires from the field to the rest of the grave.
Hush the roll of the drum, hush the cannon's loud roar,
He will guide us to peace through the battle no more;
But new freedom shall dawn from the place of his rest,
Where the star has gone down in the beautiful West.
Tread lightly, breathe softly, and gratefully bring
To the sod that enfolds him the first flowers of spring;
They will tenderly treasure the tears that we weep
O'er the grave of our chief--let the President sleep.

Let the President sleep--tears will hallow the ground,
Where we raise o'er his ashes the sheltering mound,
And his spirit will sometimes return from above,
There to mingle with ours in ineffable love.
Peace to thee, noble dead, thou hast battled for right,
And hast won high reward from the Father of Light;
Peace to thee, martyr-hero, and sweet be thy rest