Abram Lincoln knows the ropes!
All our hopes
Centre now about the brave and true;
Let us help him as we can,
He's the man,
Honest for the country through and through.
Others good, perhaps, as he
There may be;
Have we tried them in the war-time's flame?
Do we know if they will stand,
Heart in hand,
Seeking for the Right in Heaven's name?
Let the Nation ask him, then,
To hold the rudder in this stormy sea;
Tell him that each sleepless night,
Dark to light,
Ushers in a morning for the Free.
Let us not forget our rude
But lend our servant the poor crown we may!
Give him four more years of toil,
Task and moil,
Knowing God shall crown him in His day!