O Mighty Boulder, wrought by God's own hand,
Throughout all future ages thou shalt stand
A monument of honor to the brave
Who yielded up their lives, their all, to save
Our glorious country, and to make it free
From bondsmen's tears and lash of slavery.

Securely welded to thy rugged breast,
Through all the coming ages there shall rest
Our Lincoln's tribute to a patriot band,
The noblest ever penned by human hand.

The storms of centuries may lash and beat
The granite face and bronze with hail and sleet;
But futile all their fury. In a day
The loyal sun will melt them all away.

Equal in death our gallant heroes sleep
In Southern trench, home grave, or ocean deep;
Equal in glory, fadeless as the light
The stars send down upon them through the night.
O priceless heritage for us to keep
Our heroes' fame immortal while they sleep!

. . . . .

O God still guide us with thy loving hand,
Keep and protect our glorious Fatherland.

[Illustration: BAS-RELIEF HEAD OF LINCOLN

James W. Tuft, Boston]

James Arthur Edgerton, born at Plantsville, Ohio, January 30, 1869.
Graduated at the Normal University, Lebanon, Ohio, in 1887. One year's
post-graduate work, Marietta, Ohio, College. Editor county and state
papers several years; on editorial staff of _Denver News_, 1899-1903;
American Press Association, New York, 1904; _Watson's Magazine_, 1905.
Editorial writer _New York American_, 1907; Secretary State Labor
Bureau of Nebraska, 1895-9; received party vote for clerk United
States House of Representatives. Author, _Poems_, 1889; _A Better
Day_, 1890; _Populist Hand-book for 1894_; _Populist Hand-book for
Nebraska_, 1895; _Voices of the Morning_, 1898; _Songs of the People_,
1902; _Glimpses of the Real_, 1903; _In the Gardens of God_, 1904.

WHEN LINCOLN DIED

When Lincoln died a universal grief
Went round the earth. Men loved him in that hour.
The North her leader lost, the South her friend;
The nation lost its savior, and the slave
Lost his deliverer, the most of all.
Oh, there was sorrow mid the