Hannah Armstrong by Edgar Lee Masters — Read

I wrote him a letter asking him for old times' sake / To discharge my sick boy from the army;

But maybe he couldn't read it.

Then I went to town and had James Garber, / Who wrote beautifully, write him a letter;

But maybe that was lost in the mails.

So I traveled all the way to Washington.

I was more than an hour finding the White House.

And when I found it they turned me away, / Hiding their smiles. Then I thought:

"Oh, well, he ain't the same as when I boarded him / And he and my husband worked together / And all of us called him Abe, there in Menard."

As a last attempt I turned to a guard and said:

"Please say it's old Aunt Hannah Armstrong / From Illinois, come to see him about her sick boy / In the army."

Well, just in a moment they let me in!

And when he saw me he broke in a laugh, / And dropped his business as president, / And wrote in his own hand Doug's discharge, / Talking the while of the early days, / And telling stories.