COLUMBIA, THE GEM OF THE OCEAN. The wine-cup, the wine-cup bring hither, May the wreaths they have won never Nor the star of their glory grow dim! May the service united ne'er sever, But they to their colors prove true! Three cheers for the red, white, and Hail, America. HAIL, son of peak and prairie, Shod with the sands of Cuba, Crowned with the Klondike snows! The breast that nursed thee, shrunk with age, Still yielded milk of power; Past kingdoms prophesied thy birth And groaned to see thy hour. Hark! Egypt moves her lips of stone: "For thee I labored long." Listen! The isles of Homer: "We named thee in our song." I hear a mighty struggling Like grave-clothes torn from death; Millions of lips unmuffled 46 Pour unaccustomed breath: Hail, foundling of the western seas, Hail, harsh and sacred sod, Where the strong plant of Freedom HAIL, AMERICA. "For thee our toil, our anguish, Our lives of sweat and tears!" Hark! like a climbing sun, the Voice Mounts upward, owns the sky, And clarions from the zenith In trumpet-tongued reply: "Ye shall no longer wait me, "My hands are free from slaughter, Peace is my guard and angel, Her wings above me stir, Mine arms I reach to all the world, Mine eyes I turn to her. "Yet, ah! if honor's ensign Trafalgar greets Manila, All ages grow divine, Distance is dead, the Past a dream, And Marathon is mine! Wherever heroes die for truth, Beneath whatever sun, The years are lovers clasping hands, "O buried sires, your hands are mould That once were hot to slay, Those eyes are filled with dust, that gorged With sight of human prey. Kings tremble on their purple thrones, Crowns crumble, tyrants die, While down untold Millenniums, March Destiny and I!" HAIL, AMERICA. That tatter'd flag your father kiss'd, Our prayers and song, belong, - our lives Land of our love, to thee! - Frederic Lawrence Knowles. |