Poems (White)/President Wilson

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PRESIDENT WILSON
Mr. Woodrow Wilson, I bow to you, To your ugly face and eyeglass too; For behind those lens is thought intent; That lined face is on wisdom bent, Traced with rivers of silent thought, Made deep with will of iron wrought; And o'er all is your great spirit to brood, Chastened by sorrow, for all human good. Of great men like you our nation is proud: Washington, Lincoln, and Wilson's the crowd.
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