1. Edmund Clarence Stedman
The Hand of Lincoln

Look on this cast, and know the hand
  That bore a nation in its hold:
From this mute witness understand
  What Lincoln was,—how large of mould

The man who sped the woodman’s team,
  And deepest sunk the ploughman’s share,
And pushed the laden...

Poet: Edmund Clarence Stedman
Hawthorne

                HARP of New England Song,
That even in slumber trembled with the touch
  Of poets who like the four winds from thee waken
All harmonies that to thy strings belong,—
Say, wilt thou blame the younger hands too much
  Which from thy laurelled...

Poet: Edmund Clarence Stedman
Cousin Lucrece

Here where the curfew
    Still, they say, rings,
Time rested long ago,
    Folding his wings;
Here, on old Norwich’s
    Out-along road,
Cousin Lucretia
    Had her abode.

Norridge, not Nor-wich
    (See Mother Goose),...

Poet: Edmund Clarence Stedman
Cavalry Song

From “Alice of Monmouth”
OUR good steeds snuff the evening air,
  Our pulses with their purpose tingle;
The foeman’s fires are twinkling there;
  He leaps to hear our sabres jingle!
        HALT!
Each carbine send its whizzing ball:
Now,...

Poet: Edmund Clarence Stedman
Kearny at Seven Pines

SO 1 that soldierly legend is still on its journey,—
  That story of Kearny who knew not to yield!
’T was the day when with Jameson, fierce Berry, and Birney,
  Against twenty thousand he rallied the field.
Where the red volleys poured, where the clamor rose...

Poet: Edmund Clarence Stedman
Hymn of the West

World’s Fair, St. Louis
O THOU, 1 whose glorious orbs on high
  Engird the earth with splendor round,
From out Thy secret place draw nigh
  The courts and temples of this ground;
        Eternal Light,
        Fill with Thy might
  These...

Poet: Edmund Clarence Stedman