A. Lincoln -

Once a man arrived, his name, Lincoln.
Because of his facade, persons thought him quite different.
But little did they know,
in this gaunt, giants brow,
held a brain sharper than an arrow.
He even felt all was failure,
his life being mostly just a stranger.
But then fate hit his path,
The country in which he lived, turned to wrath.
Only he would take the grand burden,
And hung up on 'lasting monument,'
Lincoln did his task,
And posterity might, for all time bask.