‘Tis the wink of an eye — ’tis the draught of a breath–
From the blossom of health to the paleness of death,
From the gilded saloon to the bier and the shroud:–
Oh! why should the spirit of mortal be proud?
From the last line William Knox’s poem “Mortality,” a poem that many believe to be Abraham Lincoln’s favorite poem.
I love setting images and words contrasting against one another.
And it is really a shame to think that in all of this splendor of technology and wonderful knowledge that we claim to amass, those who we often speak of as being the “greatest” of mankind lived in an era before any of it.
By this age, why are we not all Abraham Lincolns, Einsteins, Armstrongs, Jeffersons? Should we not easily be lifted upon the shoulders of the giants who have come before us?
Stay tuned…
-Noah D.
