The life, crime, and capture of John Wilkes Booth,: with a full sketch of the conspiracy of which he was the leader, and the pursuit, trial and execution of his accomplices./ By George Alfred Townsend.

ABRAHAM LINCOLN.
The peaceful valleys reaching wide,
The wild war stilled on every hand;
On Pisgah's top our Prophet died,
In sight of Promised Land.
A cheerful heart he bore alway,
Though tragic years clashed on the while$
Death sat behind him at the play His last look was a smile.
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Hlis single arm crushed wrong and thrall That grand good will we only dreamed.
Two races weep around his pall,
One saved and one redeemed.
No battle pike his march knbrued; Unarmed he went'midst martial mniails.
IThe footsore felt their strength renewed
To hear his homely. tales.
The trampled flag he raised again,
And healed our eagle's broken wing;
lThe night that scattered aimned imen
Saw scorpions rise to sting.
Down fell the brand in treaso)i's hand
Its gashes as he strove to staunch,
And o'er the waste of ruined land
To take the Olive Branch.
The holy crest by murder stained,
Upon its shattered portal lie;
The text this bravo's lips profaned
Be sanctified for aye I
In still green field or belfiried kirk,
Where'er high boughs his sleep may lull,
iere closed his life, where closed his work,
Beside the Capitol.
Be his no tomb perturbed and. pent,
With words too weak for grief begilt,Heap up his grander monument:
The Union he rebuilt!
GEo. ALYRED Towsin.
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