The Old Log Cabin

Lucian B. Watkins

The Old Log Cabin

THE OLD LOG CABIN

Maternal Eden! Cradle of the nightBefore the hailed Aurora of the dawnOf present day. Thy roof revealed the lightOf beck'ning stars, where many souls were drawnIn inspirations of a worthy aimThat marked the nucleus of a noble name.The poor and lowly trusted to thy careFound rugged strength and faith-inspired heart;Thou gav'st the whisper with thy simple fareThat would not let the light of hope depart.The fragrance of their forest-scented dreamSpoke ever of a human height supreme.Thy gift is in the background of the pastOf many lives that tower in the sky;The flicker of thy candle light is castIn radiance manifold of blessings high.Yea, many human pinnacles of earthWalked from the portal of thy humble birth.Though now eclipsed by present palace hall,Where all the suns of civilization lay.The splendors of their beauties over all,Thou art the father of the glowing day.The White House of the blessed Lincoln goalWas but the evolution of thy soul.