In response to my post, a reader offered a link to Walt Whitman's superior effort regarding Lincoln, "When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd." It is well worth its own post.
When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom’d,
And the great star early droop’d in the western sky in the night,
I mourn’d, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.
Ever-returning spring, trinity sure to me you bring,
Lilac blooming perennial and drooping star in the west,
And thought of him I love.