Lament

by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY

  Listen, children:
  Your father is dead.
  From his old coats
  I’ll make you little jackets;
  I’ll make you little trousers
  From his old pants.
  There’ll be in his pockets
  Things he used to put there,
  Keys and pennies
  Covered with tobacco;
  Dan shall have the pennies
  To save in his bank;
  Anne shall have the keys
  To make a pretty noise with.
  Life must go on,
  And the dead be forgotten;
  Life must go on,
  Though good men die;
  Anne, eat your breakfast;
  Dan, take your medicine;
  Life must go on;
  I forget just why.

A. Lincoln: A Biography – Ronald C. White

A very long biography of Lincoln. More detail than I needed.

A few things stood out. Lincoln’s early study of the the speeches of ministers and politicians paid off down the road. Without his writing and  oratory ability he never would have been president. He was a very shrewd politician, knowing exactly when  the time was right to move. Finally, he always spent time working out all the angles on an issue before he made a decision. 

City Trees

by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY

The trees along this city street 
Save for the traffic and the trains, 
Would make a sound as thin and sweet 
As trees in country lanes.

And people standing in their shade 
Out of a shower, undoubtedly 
Would hear such music as is made 
Upon a country tree.

Oh, little leaves that are so dumb 
Against the shrieking city air, 
I watch you when the wind has come, – 
I know what sound is there.