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1899 · PDF PAGE 9

An Appeal to the American Republic

Clasp hands, O fair republic of the west, And leave the kingdoms to their sudden fate. With new-born love and ardour unrepressed, Let Lethe steep in its unquiet rest The old years whose red hands have made us great. O fair republic, strong and swift, unbind The shackles of thy mind : More than our kin ye are ; henceforth not less than kind. Bind on the splendid sandals, and unloose The burning horses, and fling wide the reins ! From cold Archangel unto Syracuse Europe shall see and tremble and ask truce, And new blood pour through Asia’s wasted…

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1899 · PDF PAGE 3

An Appeal to the American Republic

…le 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 i…

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1899 · PDF PAGE 8

An Appeal to the American Republic

…ids gleam and shiver, And calm rebuilds her empire bye-and-bye. For joy of this alliance all the earth Forgets her day of dearth, In her new birth forgets, and maddens into mirth. The stars swing censers of pale gold to God, Whose incense is the love-song of the free ; Angels with mercy and with beauty shod Move in the mazes of an Eden, trod Not by the seemly spirits of the sea, But by brave men built wholly of desire And freedom’s mystic fire, To clothe its habitants with glorious attire. 6

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1899 · PDF PAGE 5

An Appeal to the American Republic

… on the land whose forehead kisses night And has the dawn upon its wings, whose might Is mightier for the lips of Liberty Pressed on its new-born cheek, when Church and State Drove forth to baffle Fate Our sires and yours, whose fame is grown this year so great. 3

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