Interesting Tidbits

Booth had a passion for poetry, and occasionally wrote poems for his friends. During his escape, Booth wrote the following poem:

He put aside the dainty bribe
The little proffered hand
Albeit he held it in his thought
The dearest in the land
Not sharply nor with sudden heart
But with regretful grace
Meanwhile the shadow of his pain
Fell white upon his face

Given the circumstances surrounding the penning of this poem, we are left with an idea of what Booth wanted the public to believe. This poem was first published in American Brutus: John Wilkes Booth and the Lincoln Conspiracies. A photograph of the actual poem is below.

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