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The
Rough Rider and Other Poems
by
Bliss Carman
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THE
MAN OF PEACE
(FEBRUARY
12TH 1909)
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WHAT
winter holiday is this?
In Time’s great calendar,
Marked in the rubric of the saints,
And with a soldier’s star,
Here stands the name of one who lived
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To serve
the common weal,
With humor tender as a prayer
And honor firm as steel.
No hundred hundred years can dim
The radiance of his mirth,
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That
set unselfish laughter free
From all the sons of earth.
Unswerved through stress and scant success,
Out of his dreamful youth
He kept an unperverted faith
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| In the
almighty truth.
Born in the fulness of the days,
Up from the teeming soil,
By the world-mother reared and schooled
In reverence and toil,
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He stands
the test of all life’s best
Through play, defeat, or strain;
Never a moment was he found
Unlovable nor vain.
Fondly we set apart this day,
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And
mark this plot of earth
To be forever hallowed ground
In honor of his birth,
Where men may come as to a shrine
And temple of the good,
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To be
made sweet and strong of heart
In Lincoln’s brotherhood.
Here walked God’s earth in modesty
The shadow that was man,
A shade of the divine that moved
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Through
His mysterious plan.
So must we fill the larger mould
Of wisdom, love, and power,
Fearless, compassionate, contained,
And masters of the hour,
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As men found faithful to a task
Eternal, pressing, plain,
Accounting manhood more than wealth,
And gladness more than gain;
Distilling happiness from life,
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As vigor
from the air,
Not wresting it with ruthless hands,
Spoiling our brother’s share.
Here shall our children keep alive
The passion for the right,—
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The
cause of justice in the world,
That was our father’s fight.
For this the fair-haired stripling rode,
The dauntless veteran died,
For this we keep the ancient code
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| In stubbornness
and pride.
O South, bring all your chivalry;
And West, give all your heart;
And East, your old untarnished dreams
Of progress and of art!
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Bid
waste and war to be no more,
Bid wanton riot cease;
At your command give Lincoln’s land
To Paradise,—to peace.
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