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Among the hills and valleys
That God has "chucked" with charm,
And blessed, caressed with nature
And sweet winds soft and warm,
There's something in the soil
That wraps around my heart,
In Southern Indiana
Where Lincoln got his start.
The world has heard of Lincoln,
His greatness and his worth,
His honesty and judgement,
His seriousness and mirth.
The fourteen years of struggle
In Hoosierdom impart
That Southern Indiana
Is where he got his start.
Those years were in the making
Of his strong mind and form,
Here's where he learned to battle
Life's hardships, strife and storm.
'Twas here his family circle,
Was sadly torn apart,
In Southern Indiana
Where Lincoln got his start.
Here on a knoll wood covered
His "angel mother's" grave;
A place of sacred reverence
Of one so good and brave..
Soon a towering monument,
A work of modern art,
Will stand in Indiana
Where Lincoln got his start
The great emancipator
With Hoosier heart and soul
By open fireplace study
Acquired the greatest goal.
The sparks and leaping blazes
Like "Old Glory" unfurled
By virtue of his greatness
Threw beams around the world.
The atmosphere is fervent
With mem'ries of his ways
And deeds which were implanted
That won eternal praise.
One seems to feel his presence
More piercing than a dart
In Southern Indiana
Where Lincoln got his start