An Appeal to the American Republic

AN APPEAL TO THE AMERICAN REPUBLIC. HOU fair Republic oversea afar, Where long blue ripples lap the fertile land, Whose manifest dominion, like a star, Fixed by the iron hands and swords of war, Now must for aye, a constellation, stand— Thou new strong nation ! as the eagle aspires To match the sun’s own fires, Children of our land, hear the children of your sires. We stretch out hands to-day when the white wings Of Peace are spread beneath you and your foe. O race of men that slay the slaves of kings ! We, whom the foam-crowned ocean still enrings, We, whose strong freedom never brooked a blow, Hail you now victors, hail you of the sword Proved in the west the lord, Hail you, and bid you sound quick friendship and accord. T I