Hidden Springs, Delicate Wheels: Hildene, Robert Lincoln's Home: Hearthside

Old---you feel youthful fury as you put

your father's private papers to the flames,

tossing each one in, quickly as you can.

The work is tedious, across a span

of hours.  And, worse, you know it is futile.

Your mother, in profound insanity,

strove wildly to revise the proven past.

But Herndon made thorough discovery,

proceeding with exact due diligence

to document the offered evidence

found in each elder's spoken memory.

These facts are more than legend, and will last

longer than envy's repetitious claims.

What caused your dying father's broad, last smile?

Did he behold, beyond this lost world, Ann

Rutledge, there waiting, lovely and barefoot.

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