My Childhood Home I See Again by Abraham Lincoln

My Childhood Home I See Again

by Abraham Lincoln

My childhood home I see again, 

    And sadden with the view; 

And still, as memory crowds my brain, 

    There's pleasure in it too.

O Memory! thou midway world 

    'Twixt earth and paradise, 

Where things decayed and loved ones lost 

    In dreamy shadows rise,

And, freed from all that's earthly vile, 

    Seem hallowed, pure, and bright, 

Like scenes in some enchanted isle 

    All bathed in liquid light.

As dusky mountains please the eye 

    When twilight chases day; 

As bugle-notes that, passing by, 

    In distance die away;

As leaving some grand waterfall, 

    We, lingering, list its roar— 

So memory will hallow all 

    We've known, but know no more.

Near twenty years have passed away 

    Since here I bid farewell 

To woods and fields, and scenes of play, 

    And playmates loved so well.

Where many were, but few remain 

    Of old familiar things; 

But seeing them, to mind again 

    The lost and absent brings.

The friends I left that parting day, 

    How changed, as time has sped! 

Young childhood grown, strong manhood gray, 

    And half of all are dead.

I hear the loved survivors tell 

    How nought from death could save, 

Till every sound appears a knell, 

    And every spot a grave.

I range the fields with pensive tread, 

    And pace the hollow rooms, 

And feel (companion of the dead) 

    I'm living in the tombs.

*This poem is found in public domain

Abraham Lincoln, known as one America's greatest presidents, was born February 12, 1809 in Hodgenville, Kentucky. He served as our 16th President of the United States and married Mary Todd. They had four children: William Wallace Lincoln, Robert Todd Lincoln, Tad Lincoln and Edward Baker Lincoln. He was assassinated on April 15, 1865.