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When God created this good world / A few stupendous peaks were hurled / From His strong hand, and they remain / The wonder of the level plain. / But these colossal heights are rare, / While shifting sands are everywhere.
So with the race. The centuries pass / And nations fall like leaves of grass. / They die, forgotten and unsung; / While straight from God some souls are flung, / To live immortal and sublime. / So lives great Lincoln for all time.