On Reading President Lincoln's Letter

To Horace Greeley, of date Aug. 22, 1862 "If I could save the Union without freeing any slave, I would do it," etc.

Perish the power that, bowed to dust,
Still wields a tyrant's rod
That dares not even then be just,
And leave the rest with God.

Hanford Lennox Gordon

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