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Abe Lincoln (search for this): chapter 87
sion. The sun's hot rays were falling fast, As through a Southern city passed A man who bore 'midst rowdies low, A banner with the strange motto-- Secession! His brow was sad; his mouth beneath Smelt strong of fire at every breath; And like a furious madman sung The accents of that unknown tongue-- Secession! In happy homes he saw the light Of household fires gleam warm and bright; Above, the spectral gallows shone, And from his lips escaped a groan-- Secession! “Try not that game!” Abe Lincoln said, “Dark lower the thunders overhead; The mighty North has been defied.” But still that drunken voice replied-- Secession! “Oh! pause,” the Quaker said, “and think Before thee leaps from off the brink!” Contempt was in his drunken leer; And still he answered with a sneer-- Secession! “Beware the pine-tree's bristling branch! Beware the Northern Avalanche!” And that was Scott's restraining voice; But still this was the traitor's choice-- Secession! At close of war, a
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bove, the spectral gallows shone, And from his lips escaped a groan-- Secession! “Try not that game!” Abe Lincoln said, “Dark lower the thunders overhead; The mighty North has been defied.” But still that drunken voice replied-- Secession! “Oh! pause,” the Quaker said, “and think Before thee leaps from off the brink!” Contempt was in his drunken leer; And still he answered with a sneer-- Secession! “Beware the pine-tree's bristling branch! Beware the Northern Avalanche!” And that was Scott's restraining voice; But still this was the traitor's choice-- Secession! At close of war, as toward their homes Our troops as victors hurried on, And turned to God a thankful prayer, A voice whined through the startled air-- Secession! A traitor by a soldier keen, Suspended by the neck was seen, Still grasping in his hand of ice, That banner with this strange device-- Secession! There, to the mournful gibbet strung, Lifeless and horrible he hung; And from the sky there seeme