An Appeal to the American Republic

And men who come behind us yet unborn, Nor dimly guessed at down the brook of time, Shall celebrate the brave undying morn When the free nations put aside their scorn For friendship, rock no sundering surge may climb, When their strong hands gripped hard across the sea, Flushed with fresh victory, Lands royal, leal, and great, vast beautiful, and free. Our children’s children shall unsheathe the sword Against the envy of some tyrant power, The leader of your people and our lord Shall join to wrest from slavery abhorred Some other race, a fair storm-ruined flower ! O fair republic, lover and sweet friend, Your loyal hand extend, Let freedom, peace and faith grow stronger to the end. O child of freedom, thou art very fair ! Thou hast white roses on thy eager breast, The scent of all the South is in thy hair, Thy lips are fragrant with the blossoms rare Blown under sea waves when the white wings rest ! Come to our warrior breast, where victory Sits passionate and free— Ring out the wild salute ! Our sister over sea ! CHISWICK PRESS CHARLES WHITTINGHAM AND CO TOOKS COURT, CHANCERY LANE, LONDON