Lincoln Assassination

Just a quick post to note the 150-year anniversary of the Lincoln assassination. I’ve posted something on this before here. Make sure to also read historian Jennifer Weber’s reply to my post.

I think the most discouraging thing of all is despite all the progress this country has made over last century-and-a-half, so many of the issues surrounding the Civil War remain unresolved, or euphemized, or people remain in total denial over what the war was about. For a brief survey, see here, here, and here.

For now, the words of Walt Whitman from the poetry foundation:

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.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;

Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,

For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,

For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;

Here Captain! dear father!

This arm beneath your head!

It is some dream that on the deck,

You’ve fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,

My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,

The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,

From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;

Exult O shores, and ring O bells!

But I with mournful tread,

Walk the deck my Captain lies,

Fallen cold and dead.

 

 

 

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