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1899 · PDF PAGE 9

An Appeal to the American Republic

… And O thou thunder, follow hard behind ! O womb of night, reverberate these chords, Ye clouds, ye stormy lords, With clamour and shrill voice as of ten thousand swords. 7

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1899 · PDF PAGE 6

An Appeal to the American Republic

…lung Back to the waves that left our beaten coast, Shall be like echoes of sweet songs unsung, And all the ocean noises find a tongue To voice the clamour of a righteous boast— That friendship and dominion shall be wrought Out of the womb of thought, And all the bygone days be held for things of nought. What matter though our fathers did you wrong ? Though brave sons brake our bitter yoke ? Though we Strove to compel you to a cruel thong ? What, though the stronger did defeat the strong ? Both, wild and patient as the steep strong sea ? What ma…

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1899 · PDF PAGE 4

An Appeal to the American Republic

…stirred our hearts at home. The fire of love no waters shall devour ; The faith of friendship stands the shocks of time ; Seal with your voice the triumph of this hour, Your glory to our glory and our power, Alliance of one tongue, one faith, one clime ! Seal and clasp hands ; and let the sea proclaim Friendship of righteous fame, And lordship of two worlds that time can never tame. Stoop not and tender not an hour’s regret For those wild words in trivial anger passed : Forget your fools, as we their words forget, And join our worlds in one ama…

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1899 · PDF PAGE 11

An Appeal to the American Republic

…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 tha…

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