An Appeal to the American Republic

The broad Pacific brightens into blue, And coral isles are white with beating flame Of living water on their strand, live through With million flames candescent as the dew, Red flowers too queenly for a mortal name ! The sea is pregnant with green stars ; the land, The sky, like lovers stand With kiss half-consciously exchanged, hand fast in hand. O lovers fair and free, the wings of peace Bear this voice onward ; linger as your will By moon-wrought glades, and softly murmuring seas, Lands white with summer, and the quiet leas ! Linger, and let no word of music thrill Your hearts ; young love is all the harp ye need : Your kiss in very deed Is keen to echo song well tuned from Milton’s reed. O lovers, and ye happy groves that hear Their whispers, and ye vales that know their feet, And all ye mountains that incline your ear To the still murmur of the love-lorn sphere, And all ye caves their murmurs who repeat ; Your music throbs in unison with mine ; The world is flushed with wine Bubbling from Freedom’s well, warm, luminous, divine. 9