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Abraham Lincoln (1809-1865)

My Childhood's Home I See Again


Canto 1

              1My childhood's home I see again,
              2    And sadden with the view;
              3And still, as memory crowds my brain,
              4    There's pleasure in it too.

              5O Memory! thou midway world
              6    'Twixt earth and paradise,
              7Where things decayed and loved ones lost
              8    In dreamy shadows rise,

              9And, freed from all that's earthly vile,
            10    Seem hallowed, pure, and bright,
            11Like scenes in some enchanted isle,
            12    All bathed in liquid light.

            13As dusky mountains please the eye,
            14    When twilight chases day;
            15As bugle-notes that, passing by,
            16    In distance die away;

            17As leaving some grand waterfall,
            18    We, lingering, list its roar --
            19So memory will hallow all
            20    We've known, but know no more.

            21Near twenty years have passed away
            22    Since here I bid farewell
            23To woods and fields, and scenes of play,
            24    And playmates loved so well.

            25Where many were, how few remain
            26    Of old familiar things;
            27But seeing them, to mind again
            28    The lost and absent brings.

            29The friends I left that parting day,
            30    How changed, as time has sped!
            31Young childhood grown, strong manhood gray,
            32    And half of all are dead.

            33I hear the loved survivors tell
            34    How nought from death could save,
            35Till every sound appears a knell,
            36    And every spot a grave.

            37I range the fields with pensive tread,
            38    And pace the hollow rooms;
            39And feel (companion of the dead)
            40    I'm living in the tombs.

Canto 2

            41But here's an object more of dread
            42    Than ought the grave contains --
            43A human form with reason fled,
            44    While wretched life remains.

            45Poor Matthew! Once of genius bright,
            46    A fortune-favored child --
            47Now locked for aye, in mental night,
            48    A haggard mad-man wild.

            49Poor Matthew! I have ne'er forgot
            50    When first, with maddened will,
            51Yourself you maimed, your father fought,
            52    And mother strove to kill;

            53When terror spread, and neighbours ran,
            54    Your dang'rous strength to bind;
            55And soon, a howling crazy man
            56    Your limbs were fast confined.

            57How then you strove and shrieked aloud,
            58    Your bones and sinnews bared;
            59And fiendish on the gazing crowd,
            60    With burning eye-balls glared --

            61And begged, and swore, and wept and prayed
            62    With maniac laughter joined --
            63How fearful were those signs displayed
            64    By pangs that killed thy mind!

            65And when at length, tho' drear and long,
            66    Time soothed thy fiercer woes,
            67How plaintively thy mournful song,
            68    Upon the still night rose.

            69I've heard it oft, as if I dreamed,
            70    Far-distant, sweet, and lone --
            71The funeral dirge, it ever seemed
            72    Of reason dead and gone.

            73To drink its strains, I've stole away,
            74    All stealthily and still,
            75Ere yet the rising God of day
            76    Had streaked the Eastern hill.

            77Air held his breath; trees, with the spell,
            78    Seemed sorrowing angels round,
            79Whose swelling tears in dew-drops fell
            80    Upon the listening ground.

            81But this is past; and nought remains,
            82    That raised thee o'er the brute.
            83Thy piercing shrieks, and soothing strains,
            84    Are like, forever mute.

            85Now fare thee well -- more thou the cause,
            86    Than subject now of woe.
            87All mental pangs, by time's kind laws,
            88    Hast lost the power to know.

            89O death! Thou awe-inspiring prince,
            90    That keepst the world in fear;
            91Why dost thou tear more blest ones hence,
            92    And leave him ling'ring here?

Notes

1] Lincoln attached the complete poem in a letter written from Springfield, Illinois, on February 24, 1846, to Andrew Johnston, and revised versions of the first division or canto of it in two other letters to Johnston, one from Tremont on April 18, and the other from Springfield on September 26. Lincoln recounted the occasion of the poem to Johnston as follows: "In the fall of 1844, thinking I might aid some to carry the State of Indiana for Mr. Clay, I went into the neighborhood in that State in which I was raised, where my mother and only sister were buried, and from which I had been absent about fifteen years. That part of the country is, within itself, as unpoetical as any spot of the earth; but still, seeing it and its objects and inhabitants aroused feelings in me which were certainly poetry; though whether my expression of those feelings is poetry is quite another question. When I got to writing, the change of subjects divided the thing into four little divisions or cantos, the first only of which I send you now and may send the others hereafter" (Works, I, 378). Substantive variants between the two versions are noted here. The letter of April 18 establishes the extent of canto 1. The second canto appeared in the letter of September 6. Possibly "The Bear Hunt" was intended as the third canto. childhood's home: childhood-home (Feb. 1846).

2] sadden: gladden (Feb. 1846).

3] memory crowds: mem'ries crowd (Feb. 1846).

4] pleasure: sadness (Feb. 1846).

9] earthly: gross or (Feb. 1846).

13] dusky: distant (Feb. 1846).

15] bugle-notes: bugle-tones (Feb. 1846).

21] Near: Now (Feb. 1846).

24] playmates: school-mates (Feb. 1846).

27] them: these (Feb. 1846).

33] loved: lone (Feb. 1846).

39] companion: companions (Feb. 1846).

41] But: And (Feb. 1846).

45] Lincoln introduced the second canto to Johnston in his letter of September 6 as follows: "The subject of the present one [canto] is an insane man. His name is Matthew Gentry. He is three years older than I, and when we were boys we went to school together. He was rather a bright lad, and the son of the rich man of our very poor neighbourhood. At the age of nineteen he unaccountably became furiously mad, from which condition he gradually settled down into harmless insanity. When, as I told you in my other letter I visited my old home in the fall of 1844, I found him still lingering in this wretched condition. In my poetizing mood I could not forget the impressions his case made upon me" (Works, I, 384-85).

57] strove: writhed (Feb. 1846).

59] gazing: gaping (Feb. 1846).

63] were: are (Feb. 1846).

64] killed thy: kill the (Feb. 1846).

66] thy: your (Feb. 1846).

67] thy: your (Feb. 1846).

74] stealthily: silently (Feb. 1846).

77] trees, with the spell: the trees all still (Feb. 1846).

79] Whose: Their (Feb. 1846).

82] thee: you (Feb. 1846).

83] Thy: Your (Feb. 1846).

87] by: but (Feb. 1846).

89] This stanza is only in Lincoln's revised version and was likely meant to replace the following two stanzas, which close the poem in its first version:

And now away to seek some scene
    Less painful than the last --
With less of horror mingled in
    The present and the past.

The very spot where grew the bread
    That formed my bones, I see.
How strange, old field, on thee to tread,
    And feel I'm part of thee!



Online text copyright © 2009, Ian Lancashire (the Department of English) and the University of Toronto.
Published by the Web Development Group, Information Technology Services, University of Toronto Libraries.

Original text: The Collected Works of Abraham Lincoln, I, ed. Roy P. Basler, Marion Dolores Pratt, and Lloyd A. Dunlap (New Brunswick, N.J.: Rutgers University Press, 1953): 367-70, 378-79, 385-86. E 457 .91 Robarts Library
First publication date: 5 May 1847
Publication date note: Published first by Andrew Johnston with Lincoln's permission, but without author attribution, May 5, 1847, in the Quincy Whig (Works, I, 385, 392), with the title "The Return" and subdivisions named "Part I -- Reflection" and "Part II -- The Maniac".
RPO poem editor: Ian Lancashire
RP edition: 2003
Recent editing: 1:2003/6/1*1:2003/6/1

Composition date: 1846
Form: quatrains
Rhyme: abab


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