A Lincoln Poem

The melancholia of Abraham Lincoln is well-documented.  Today this mental state is called depression.  Lincoln's life was peppered with death; in short order he lost his mother, sister and his first love. Ann Rutledge.  His thoughts, poetically:

I hear the loved survivors tell

How naught from death could save.

Till every sound appears a knell,

And every spot a grave.

He also didn't expect an afterlife, either.  "I'm afraid there isn't.  It isn't a pleasant thing to think that when we die that is the last of us."