Abraham Lincoln memorial broadside

The text reads, “Psalm. Lord, thou hast been our dwelling place In all … generations. Before the mountains were fought forth, Or ever thou hadst formed the earth and the world, Ever from everlasting to everlasting Thou art God. Thou tunest man to destruction; And sayest, Return, ye children of men For a thousand years in thy sight Are but as yesterday when it is past, And as a watch … in the night. Thou carriest them away as with a flood, They are as a sleep; In the morning they are like grass which groweth up. In the morning it flourisheth, and groweth up; In the evening it is cut down and withereth. Who knoweth the power of thine anger? Even according to thy fear; so … is they wrath. So teach us to number our days, That we may apply our hearts … unto wisdom. Ode For the burial of Abraham Lincoln. Oh, slow to smite and swift to spare, Gentle, and merciful, and just! Who, in the fear of God, didst bear The sword of power, a nation’s trust. In sorrow by thy bier we stand, Amid the awe that hushes all, And speak the anguish of a land That shook with horror at thy fall. Thy task is done; the bond are free; We bear thee to an honored grave, Whose noblest monument shall be The broken fetters of the slave. Pure was thy life; its bloody close Hath placed thee with the sons of light, Among the noble host of those Who perished in the cause of right. - Bryant.