To Meet Mr. Lincoln

If I lived at the time
That Mr. Lincoln did,
And I met Mr. Lincoln
With his stovepipe lid

And his coal black cape
And his thundercloud beard,
And worn and sad-eyed
He appeared:

“Don’t worry, Mr. Lincoln,”
I’d reach up and pat his hand,
“We’ve got a fine president
For this land;

And the Union will be saved,
And the slaves will go free;
And you will live forever
In our nation’s memory.”

Eve Merriam