That night Van Elsen kissed the baby feet, Who conquered death. FREDERICK GEORGE SCOTT. WHEN LILACS LAST IN THE DOORYARD BLOOMED. [THE DEATH OF LINCOLN.] 1. WHEN lilacs last in the door-yard bloomed, And the great star early drooped in the western sky in the night, I mourned and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring. Ever-returning spring, trinity sure to me you bring, Lilacs blooming perennial, and drooping star in the west, And thought of him I love. 2. O powerful western fallen star! O shades of night-O moody, tearful night! O great star disappeared-O the black murk that hides the star! O cruel hands that hold me powerless-O helpless soul of me! O harsh surrounding cloud that will not free my soul! |