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An Appeal to the American Republic
PRICE SIXPENCE AN APPEAL TO THE AMERICAN REPUBLIC By ALEISTER CROWLEY LONDON KEGAN PAUL, TRENCH, TRUBNER & CO. LTD, 1899
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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 enr…
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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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An Appeal to the American Republic
…r, 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 t…
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