From "Lincoln, the Great Commoner"(1921)
At the top of Ives' score is an epigraph by the composer reading:
The storm and stress of life! The curse of war and strife! The harsh vindictiveness of men! The cuts of sword and pen! What needed to be borne - he bore! What needed to be fought - he fought! But in his soul, he stood them up as - naught!"
From "Lincoln, The Great Commoner"
by Edwin Markham
And so he came from the prairie cabin to the Capitol,
One fair ideal led our chieftain on,
He built the rail pile as he built the State,
The conscience testing every stroke,
to make his deed the measure of the man...
So came our Captain with the mighty heart;
And when the step of earthquake shook the house,
Wrenching rafters from their ancient hold,
He held the ridge-pole up
and spiked again the rafters of the Home....
He held his place ...
he held the long purpose like a growing tree
Held on thro' blame and faltered not at praise,
And when he fell in whirlwind,
he went down as when a Kingly cedar green with boughs
goes down with a great shout, upon the hills!