It breaks his heart that kings must murder still, That all his hours of travail here for men Seem yet in vain. And who will bring white peace That he may sleep upon his hill again?
ATTRIBUTION:
Vachel Lindsay (1879–1931), U.S. poet. Abraham Lincoln Walks at Midnight (l. 29–32). . .
Oxford Book of American Verse, The. F. O. Matthiessen, ed. (1950) Oxford University Press.
