To Rosa

Abraham LincolnAbraham Lincoln

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You are young, and I am older;
    You are hopeful, I am not—
Enjoy life, ere it grow colder—
    Pluck the roses ere they rot.Teach your beau to heed the lay—
    That sunshine soon is lost in shade—
That now’s as good as any day—
    To take thee, Rosa, ere she fade.
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Abraham Lincoln
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Abraham Lincoln

Abraham Lincoln, the sixteenth president of the United States from 1861 to 1865, led the Union during the Civil War and emancipated slaves in the south in 1863; shortly after the end of the war, John Wilkes Booth assassinated him. As an outspoken opponent of…

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