Would I might rouse the Lincoln in you all, <br />That which is gendered in the wilderness <br />From lonely prairies and God's tenderness. <br />Imperial soul, star of a weedy stream, <br />Born where the ghosts of buffaloes still dream, <br />Whose spirit hoof-beats storm above his grave, <br />Above that breast of earth and prairie-fire — <br />Fire that freed the slave.<br /><br />Vachel Lindsay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lincoln/
