6th Aprit. Race whose drum-beat marks the quickstep of the morning, Whose reveille attends each rising of the sun, Tenlute yo in your continents and islands, Not in government but glory ye are one!
Ever onward, ever eastward, ever westward Push your bauners with their crosses or their stars, And behind them tramp the foster-sons of freedom From the pink of dawn to even's ruddy bars, What a heritage of power is your portion!
What a destiny of wonder doth avait The fruition of your struggles in' the future, Giant offspring of a tiny sea-girt State!
'The' the despot and the demagogue may threaten, Flinch ye never, faint ye never by the way Half the world your hive hath given law and language That shall only with the planet pass away!
Law that lifts the poor and humble into.
manhood, Pougue eurich'd by every climate of the earth—
These have levelled pride and privilege before them, Set brotherhood beyond the claim of birth!
From the faith that made its votary a bondman, From the sordid necromancy of the priest Ye have broken, but your love hath never faltered To the Star that rose in splendour o'er the East!
All your envies and your jealousies are kindled By the focken that ye baffled long ago, Let them plant the tare to reap a barren harvest, The wheat of peace and concord ye must sow fet your ensigns aye salute and never challenge, In a covenant of equals ye must share, Let the Lion be the chieftain of the forest, And the Engle lend the legion of the air!
Griswatp Dicuter.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.