To Abraham Lincoln + 

Within the temple of our heart + 

Your sacred memory dwells apart, + 

Where ceaselessly a censor swings + 

Alight with fragrant offerings; + 

Nor time, nor tide, nor circumstance + 

Can dim this grand remembrance, + 

And all the blood of Afric hue + 

Beats in one mighty tide⁠—for you! + 