In honor of Abraham Lincoln's birthday, I offer this piece written by my grandfather in the late 1800's. He was in his 20's and a member of the U.S. Legislature. Later he was a Kansas Supreme Court justice and at the time he wrote this, was editor of the weekly newspaper our family owned for 125 years.
LINCOLN
There is no new thing to be said of Lincoln. Nor is there a new thing to be said of the mountains or the sea or the stars. The mountains ever tower in solemn majesty above the drifting clouds, the mysterious sea ever sobs upon the shore, and the silent stars ever keep holy vigil above a tired world -- but to mountain and sea and star men turn forever in unwearied homage. And thus with Lincoln. For he was mountain in grandeur of soul, he was sea in deep under-voice of sadness and mystery, he was star in steadfast purity of purpose and of service. And he abides. With the name of Lincoln tears are called from old men’s eyes, and with the name of Lincoln childhood learns to lisp a patriot’s devotion. And there is no new thing to be said of him -- what need, for such as he! But while the republic stands on whose altar he laid his great mind and heart, while liberty is cherished, while civic virtue and service and sacrifice are honored in the earth, the name of Lincoln will be spoken in undying love by the sons of men.