Excerpt from United States Heroes: The Bugle Call of Old Glory<br><br>Within a lowly prairie cabin home, Whose carpet was the virgin prairie's loam, A child was born unto a humble pair A gift of love to grace the fondest care, And mother heart to feed his mind rare fare Tho Want and Struggle were around the board To tax to utmost father's slender hoard, Yet, stil, one more was welcome.<br><br>The boy grew strong and sturdy in his might, He grasped the Sword of Truth with ready right, He split the rails that marked his daily toil With cheerful mien and thought no one could soil With tricky art or other rankling boil; And how his righteous wrath would tear the wretch Who dared strive hard to force his soul to stretch A link in Honor's armor.<br><br>Then on and up he won the rocky path That leads away from Sodom's sordid wrath The path that runs thru satan's great stronghold, Where daily souls are sold to gain the cold And scanty comfort of the earthly mold; The mazes of the legal art he tore Until the title just he proudly bore Of Honest Abe, the lawyer.<br><br>About the Publisher<br><br>Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com<br><br>This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.