Letter
F. B.: Poem, May, 1865
F. B.: Poem
IN TOKEN OF RESPECT.
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.
Rieti , May, 1865.
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[Translation from Latin verses.]
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FRUS u2014 Papers Relating to Foreign Affairs, Accompanying the Annual Message of the President to the Second Session Thirty-eighth
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U.S. Department of State, Office of the Historian. Papers Relating to Foreign Affairs, Accompanying the Annual Message of the President to the Second Session Thirty-eighth.