The one bust he kept. And it certainly had nothing to do with Liberty.
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! My Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells! But I, with mournful tread, Walk the deck my captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
Clinton Rossiter on Lincoln - “The Martyred Christ of Democracy’s Passion Play.” Very good.
Lincoln shot at Ford’s Theater, Kennedy killed in a Lincoln made by Ford Motor Company. Other coincidences (and only coincidences) are in link below. This is the most exhaustive list I’ve ever seen.
http://www.near-death.com/experiences/reincarnation08.html
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