Lincoln's Verses About His Old Home

[Gene C]

From - "Story Life of Lincoln", by Wayne Whipple

The following is an extract from a very long original poem written by Lincoln in 1844 while on a visit to the home of his childhood:

My childhood's home I see
And sadden with the view;
And still, as memory crowds the brain
There's pleasure in it too.

Ah, Memory! thou midway world
"Twixt earth and Paradise,
Where things decayed and loved ones lost
In dreamy shadows rise.

And freed from all earth's earthy, vile
Seems hallowed, pure and bright
Like scenes from some enchanted isle
All bathed in liquid light.