This man, whose homely face you look upon, Was one of natures masterful, great men; Born with strong arms, that unfought battles won; Direct of speech and cunning with the pen. Chosen for large designs, he had the art Of winning with this humor, and he went Straight to his mark, which was the human heart; Wise, too, for what he could not break he bent. Upon his back a more than Atlas-load, The burden of the Commonwealth, was laid; He stooped and rose up to it, though the road Shot suddenly downwards, not a whit dismayed. Hold! warriors, councillors, kings! All now give place To this dear benefactor of the Race. Stoddard.Abraham Lincoln.