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 Aorauaui Lincoln, The Marginal 
 
 And Other Poems 
 
 Man, 
 
 BY 
 
 EDWIN HAMLIN CARR 
 
Copyright, 1916 
 E. H. Carr, Tuckahoe. N. Y. 
 
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 -I 1916 
 
 ©CI.A447326 
 

 Abraham Lincoln, the Marginal Man, 
 
 Born. 
 
 Possibilities fine. 
 
 Leave wide margins by his life's line. 
 
 Dead? 
 
 The night is not at hand. 
 
 Glories yet for this Marginal Man. 
 
 Remembering the phrase, but not the reference 
 to Abraham Lincoln as a marginal man. 
 
Abraham Lincoln, Pioneer 
 
 Abraham Lincohi, 
 Man of Nations, 
 
 Pioneer of Civilization. 
 
 With heart as large as the human race, 
 
 Democracy written in his face; 
 With an eye that's rarely seen. 
 Flaming love beams. 
 We love thee. too. 
 Abraham Lincoln. 
 Man of Nations. 
 
 Pioneer of Civilization. 
 
Pioneers of Civilization 
 
 Those who dwell in lonely places, 
 Those who pioneer the Nation. 
 Men of every station. 
 Men of tine vocation, 
 Content to dwell alone, 
 Quite unknown save by the Lord, 
 Hy Him all known and adored. 
 
 This their joy of life 
 Amidst the frontier strife:- — 
 
 Influence shed upon the few. 
 
 TJfe exuberant, true. 
 
 Known by the Lord of Nations 
 
 As Pioneers of Civilization. 
 
 Memories of the West. 
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Hyphenated Music 
 
 Blow. lads, blow, 
 
 Martial music for a show! 
 
 Bulge your cheeks. 
 
 Bulge your eyes, 
 
 Blowing hard from morn till night. 
 
 Surely martial music's right! 
 
 Drum, lads, drum. 
 
 Martial music! Make it hum! 
 
 Pound your ear-drums. 
 
 Pound your drums, 
 
 Pounding till the day is done, 
 
 Pounding on till kingdom come. 
 
 Blow. lads, blow. 
 
 Blow for country — not for show. 
 
 Bulge your cheeks. 
 
 Bulge your eyes. 
 
 Till you see Old Glory rise. 
 
 Finest standard of the skies! 
 
 Drum. lads. drum. 
 
 Drum from now till kingdom come. 
 
 Pound the snare-drum. 
 
 Pound the bass. 
 
 Till your ear-drums split in two, 
 
 For your country and for you. 
 
 On seeing two buglers and two drummers, 
 mere youths, playing martial music advertising 
 a show. 
 
Backsliding 
 
 FIRST SUNDAY 
 
 The day is bright, 
 
 Our hearts are light, 
 
 How can we go to church! 
 
 The days of rain 
 
 Are not in vain. 
 Holy, they to the Lord remain. 
 
 With chauffeur and wife. 
 
 As happy as life. 
 
 Our children with us, too, 
 
 For the sun does shine 
 
 And the road is fine — 
 What else could a churchman do? 
 
 SECOND SUNDAY 
 
 The day is dreary, 
 The rain uncheery. 
 How can we go to church! 
 
 The days of light 
 
 Are all just right. 
 Holy, they to the Lord of might. 
 
 We'll doze by the fire 
 
 And think of the choir. 
 
 The children may stay at home, too. 
 For the day that's dreary 
 Makes us all so weary — 
 
 What else could church-folks dor 
 
Lonely 
 
 1 am so awfully lonel\ 
 r don't know what to do, 
 And I got hold of lonesomeness 
 A-thinkin' now of you. 
 
 I wonder what the ache is 
 fn the region of my heart. 
 It must be that you and I 
 Are miles and miles apart. 
 
 Now when are you a'comin'. 
 That I may see my dear. 
 And feel the comfort in my soul 
 That's there when you are near. 
 
September Humidity 
 
 You know it in the morning 
 When first you ope your eyes. 
 A kind o' achy feeling- 
 That telks you not to rise. 
 
 You know it at the noon-day 
 When the dinner's pretty bad 
 Yon know it in the evening— 
 The worst \ ou ever had. 
 
 You're glad the day is over. 
 If such days are to come, 
 And hope it will be ages, 
 'Ere you see another one. 
 
 Along the Atlantic Coast. 
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The Rim and the Center 
 
 On the outer edge 
 Of the press 
 
 Are the brothers of the Central Man 
 '"He is mad, we'll take him home," 
 They said. 
 
 On the outer edge 
 Of the crowd, 
 
 Midst street's noisy throng 
 Stands an unbeliever 
 Watching the Preacher. 
 "He's a fool — not for me!" 
 Said he. 
 
 On the rim 
 Of the world, 
 Stand the heathen millions 
 Wonderingly. 
 
 "Come unto me — come to my tryst,' 
 Calls the Christ. 
 
 In the center, 
 Close to the heart 
 Of the lovely Christ Divine, 
 Find me, the world's fool. 
 "Christ, highest of the high," 
 Say I. 
 
The Salvation Army Band 
 
 A wondrous bit of music 
 Was played this afternoon; 
 The Salvation Army Band 
 Came marching to a tune. 
 
 The occasion was a funeral — 
 A soldier of the Lord — 
 The tune the band was playing 
 Made all of one accord. 
 
 My soul, it lived in Heaven. 
 Where blessed saints abide; 
 I fellowshipped with heavenly ones, 
 For whom the Savior died. 
 
 This band of earth's Salvationists — 
 To( sin how they have died! 
 How glad I was to see them 
 And know the Blood applied. 
 
 A God who can redeem 
 Mankind from all its crime, 
 Is the God who has the victories 
 In every land and clime. 
 
 Grant then to me such music — 
 With its world redeeming songs — 
 There's nothing like it anywhere 
 To save my soul from wrong. 
 
 Grant then to me such music 
 While on this earth of strife, 
 And I shall never know the line 
 Twist earth's and heaven's life. 
 
 On hearing the Salvation Army Band in 
 Rochester, N. Y., on their way to bury a com- 
 rade, 
 
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The Dells of God 
 
 There is a place upon the earth 
 
 Which opens, in surprise, 
 
 The wondrous realms of i?lory 
 
 To every Christian's eyes. 
 
 It is the place of precious grace. 
 
 Where the S])irit splits the skies. 
 
 Angels of joy. 
 
 Upon the ladder, heaven sent. 
 
 In these dells of God. 
 
 Where the Gospel's trenchant. 
 
 Where the Spirit lifts. 
 
 And the great trees wave acknowledgment. 
 
 A summer's day in Highland Park. Rochester. 
 
 N. Y. 
 
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Struggling Children 
 
 Two little daughters with a bag of coal, 
 Pulling and tugging with all their soul. 
 Master Christ, enthroned patiently. 
 When shall end such iniquity! 
 
 This family's road is hard and rough, 
 Though the earth is fruitful — for all enough. 
 When shall the State arise with might 
 .\nd feed and clothe its citizens right. 
 
 If men must strive for things at all. 
 Let strife be for the food of the soul. 
 A struggle for ideals is worth the while — 
 But who can bless the struggling child. 
 
 On seeing two little girls, on a hot summer's 
 day dragging a bag of coal from freight yards, 
 in Yonkers, N. Y. 
 
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Blessings on the Baby! 
 
 Of all the cunning little things, 
 
 So sweet and pure and lovely, 
 
 1 take this baby in my arms, 
 
 And thank the Lord for all its charm; 
 
 And watch and coo. 
 
 And make ado. 
 
 With lovely baby. 
 
 For all the blessed hopeful ways. 
 
 Of Christian men and brothers, 
 
 I ask for baby in my arms, 
 
 I ask the Lord of all men's charms. 
 
 May this child grow, 
 
 And come to know 
 
 The joy of loving others. 
 
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Birthdays 
 
 This is the day of all the days. 
 And this the lovely morn, 
 On which your many, many friends. 
 Give thanks that you Avere born. 
 
 The New Year 
 
 Watch the clock on New Year's eve, 
 Watch the old year take his leave; 
 He's been good, old chap, to you. 
 Brought you fortune, as to few. 
 
 Greet the new year with a smile, 
 He is born to you a child; 
 Bring him up in simplest ways. 
 Help him bravely end his days. 
 
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Perfect Love 
 
 Why should I write of the whole of life 
 ^ When but part of life is done; 
 P»ut T can write of the whole of love, 
 For the whole of love is come. 
 
 At Calvary 
 
 When sin did its worst — at Calvary— 
 (rod kept his faith in men; 
 
 When love did its best — at Calvary- 
 Why shouldn't we love Him then? 
 
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Evening Is Morning 
 
 Tt is always evening to some of earth's folks, 
 To others the same evening is morning. 
 
 When we stand by onr dead. 
 
 It surely is night — 
 To them it surely is morning. 
 
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