In Old Kentucky, where the grass grows green, An old log cabin may yet be seen; It sheltered a Life that Fate had decreed Should come at the call of the Country's need. By the light of the fire, in the twilight hour, The lad wove his dreams, asking God for power, His soul longed for wisdom and drank in rich lore Til his mind was filled with a wonderous store. God called for a Man when the bravest might shrink, The Good Ship of State seemed ready to sink. God guided the Pilot, who stood at the Wheel With eyes on the Future, and heart true as steel. The Union we love is a monument grand To Abraham Lincoln - long, long may it stand! -Mary Eyre Wintersmith Robertson