The grizzled axman squinted at Honest Abe,
The six feet four of him, gaunt, sad of face,
The hands to split a log or cradle a babe,
The cracked palm hat, the homespun of his race.
"The wolf tears at the sheep's throat: and the sheep
Extols the shepherd for cudgeling tyranny;
The wolf, convulsed with indignation deep,
Accuses the shepherd of murdering liberty.
"But the dictionary of the wolf is writ
In words the rats of time chew bit by bit."
Written by Melvin B. Tolson
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