John Wasson

    Oh! the dew-wet grass of the meadow in North Carolina
    Through which Rebecca followed me wailing, wailing,
    One child in her arms, and three that ran along wailing,
    Lengthening out the farewell to me off to the war with the British,
    And then the long, hard years down to the day of Yorktown.
    And then my search for Rebecca,
    Finding her at last in Virginia,
    Two children dead in the meanwhile.
    We went by oxen to Tennessee,
    Thence after years to Illinois,
    At last to Spoon River.
    We cut the buffalo grass,
    We felled the forests,
    We built the school houses, built the bridges,
    Leveled the roads and tilled the fields
    Alone with poverty, scourges, death -
    If Harry Wilmans who fought the Filipinos
    Is to have a flag on his grave
    Take it from mine.

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Edgar Lee Masters was an American poet, biographer, and dramatist. Born in Kansas and raised in Illinois, Masters is best known for his collection of poems entitled "Spoon River Anthology" (1915), which is a series of epitaphs of residents of the fictional small town of Spoon River. His works reflect the everyday lives and frustrations of middle America. Masters also practiced law and wrote biographies for historical figures such as Abraham Lincoln and Mark Twain.

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    As one who gazes in an enchantress' crystal globe,
    And I saw the figures of the past
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    And reaping evils I had not sown;
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Elliott Hawkins

    I looked like Abraham Lincoln.
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    And to point to the peril of the Knights of Labor.
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