Art With Matching Poetry — Abraham Lincoln

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O Captain! My Captain! by Walt Whitman, 1865

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

“First Reading of the Emancipation Proclamation of President Lincoln” by Francis Carpenter, 1864. Shown from left to right are Edwin Stanton, secretary of war; Salmon Chase, treasury secretary; Lincoln; Gideon Welles, secretary of the navy; Caleb Smith, interior secretary; William Seward, secretary of state; Montgomery Blair, postmaster general; and Edward Bates, attorney general.


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