Tuesday, July 4, 2017

AMERICA, a poem

THY children are inspired by thee:
Blest by thy gift of liberty,
They go to make the wretched free,

They were indeed not sons of thine
Could they withhold that gift divine.
Of liberty thou art the shrine,

Thy children glory in thy name;
They write it, as with words of flame,
In deeds that put thy foes to shame,

In deeds of daring unforecast,
In deeds of valor unsurpassed,
In deeds that make thee known at last,

Thy strength it was that made them strong;
Thy justice taught them hate of wrong;
They are of thee, to thee belong,

Their lungs are filled with thy sweet breath;
Thy voice they hear, and what it saith;
They love thee, and they fear not death,
"America" by Florence Earle Coates (before the war for the liberation of Cuba). Published in The Outlook (9 July 1898), Mine and Thine (1904) and Poems (1916) Volume I.

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