Lincoln's Grave

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Title

Lincoln's Grave

Subject

Lincoln, Abraham, 1809-1865
Gougler, Isaiah, W.
Sheet music
Funeral music

Description

Words and music mourn the death of Lincoln, condemns his assassin, and hails the plains of the "beautiful west" as a fitting resting place for the martyred president.

Creator

Gougler, Isaiah W.

Publisher

Abraham Lincoln Presidential Library and Museum

Date

1865

Contributor

Wm. A. Pond & Company

Format

pdf

Language

en

Identifier

300997
180915143

Coverage

New York

Transcription

LINCOLN'S GRAVE

Words and Music by

ISAIAH W. GOUGLER.

3

NEW YORK

Published by Wm. A. POND & CO 547 Broadway

Boston. O. OITSON & Co. Buffalo. J. R. BLODGETT. Chicago. ROOT & CADY. Milwaukee. H. N. HEMPSTED.

Entered according to Act of Congress AD 1865 by Wm. A. Pond & Co in the Clerks Office of the District Court for the South Dist. of N.Y.

"LINCOLN'S GRAVE."

Words and Music by

J. W. GOUGLER.

G135

Entered according to Act of Congress, A. D. 1865 by WM. A. POND and Co. in the Clerk's Office of the District Court for the Southern District of N. Y.

1. Far out on the plain of the beau-ti-ful west, Whose glory and wonder co-lumbia adorn, The martyr of freedom in triumph shall rest, To bless all the liv0ing and all yet unborn; The hand that hath slain him, how vile, O how vile! To mar that fair visage so kind and true! No more shall assail him whose heart knew no guile, But wither and perish a doom justly due. But with-er and perish a doom justly due.

2. O shades of the blessed, a nation in tears, In sorrow and sadness its loss must deplore, The God who hath led thee will quell all our fears, His goodness that gave thee we still will adore; Sweet peace, gentle sleeper, thy spirit attend, While men, yes while angels thy praises shall sing, Against thy blest mem'ry O who dare offend! And not to its altar his best off'rings bring.

3. O spirit undying for death none the less, But like Him who died that the earth might rejoice, That risest victorious the nations to bless; The bondman's delivrer, Americas' choice, The hand that hath slain thee, how vile, O how vile! To mar thy fair visage, so kind and so true, No more shall assail thee whose heart knew no guile, But wither and perish a doom justly due.

Status

Complete

Percent Completed

100

Weight

20

Original Format

4
36 cm

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