"NOT WREATHS ALONE"
Not wreaths alone, for him who wins the fight
'Twixt public Wrong and Right;—
The heavy burden of the people's cares
The civic conqueror bears.
So to the chief, on this victorious night,
Pledge hands and hearts and heaven-climbing prayers.
FOR THE CITY CLUB
In Love of City here we take our stand:—
Love of the City is no narrow love;
Who loves it not he cannot love his land
With love that shall protect, exalt, endure.
Here are our homes, our hearts; great God above!
The City shall be noble, shall be pure.
TO C. H. RUSSELL
WHOSE FATHER WAS ONE OF LINCOLN'S HELPERS
I give this token to the son of him
That was a type of those brave, prescient souls
Who when dire trouble fell upon the land
From the beginning saw the fateful end,
Bending strong backs to the tremendous strain.
Higher than knighthood's honor lives your line
For that the mighty Lincoln hurriedly called
To your true sire, in a perilous hour,
And got true answer—succor swift, complete.
On such as he the patient President,
The tender elder brother of us all,
The sad, wise leader leaned, and not in vain.
Therefore the nation lives—therefore shall live,
Inheriting the spirit of great days.
