Idag för 200 år sedan föddes Abraham Lincoln.
Walt Whitman är en av många som odödliggjort honom i sin diktsamling "Leaves of Grass"
(Memoires of President Lincoln)
O Captain! My Captain!
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather'd 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.
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