F. B.: Poem

IN TOKEN OF RESPECT.

[Translation from Latin verses.]

From humble parentage and low degree
Lincoln ascended to the highest rank;
None ever had a harder task than he.
It was perfected—him alone we thank.
Did the assassin think to kill a name,
Or hand his own down to posterity?
One will wear the laurel wreath of fame,
The other be condemned to infamy.
Cæsar was killed by Brutus,
Yet Rome did not cease to be;
Lincoln by Booth, and yet the
Slaves in all America are free!
F. B.