War, fierce and bitter, sweeps our land,
Death and disaster's on every hand,
But Lincoln, now our President,
Shows wisdom great and calm judgment,
While even now, though cares of state
Bow down his mind with heavy weight,
His heart with pitying love takes heed
Of everyone who is in need.
Scene Four
Time,—1861, during the great Civil War.
Place,—Guard house at Chain Bridge Camp, near Washington, D. C.
William Scott, a "Green Mountain" boy, who has been sentenced to die the next morning for going to sleep while on duty.
(The boy looks very sad. His head is bent over as he sits thinking. A medal, with Lincoln's face engraved on it, hangs from his neck.)
He looks down at it and speaks softly to himself,—He was once a poor country boy like me, with work so hard that it would have broken the spirit of any other fellow. But he was always brave, always kind and thoughtful. And with it all, they say he had one thought. He was to
