“Bend and listen, look and tell us! Is this silent waste, possessed By bloat thieves and their task-masters, Thy free, thy fair, thy fearless West?

“Are these Eastern mobs of wage-slaves, Are these cringing debauchees, Sons of those who slung their rifles— Shook the old Flag to the breeze?”

Songs of the Army of the Night — Part 33

“Men and boys, O fathers, brothers, Burst these fetters round you bound! Women, sisters, wives and mothers, Lift your faces from the ground!

Songs of the Army of the Night — Part 33

“O Democracy, O People, East and West and North and South, Rise together, one for ever, Strike this Crime upon the mouth!

Songs of the Army of the Night — Part 33

“Bid them not, the men who loved you, Those who fought for you and died, Scorn you that you broke a small Crime, Left a great Crime pass in pride!

“England, France, the played-out countries, Let them reek there in their stew, Let their past rot out their present, But the Future is with you!

“O America, O first-born Of the age that yet shall be Where all men shall be as one man, Noble, faithful, fearless, free!—

“O America, O paramour Of the foul slave-owner Pelf, You who saved from slavery others, Now from slavery save yourself!

“Save yourself, though, anguish-shaken, You cry out and bow your head, Crying ‘Why am I forsaken?’ Crying ‘It is finishèd!’

“Save yourself, no God will save you; Not one angel can He give! They and He are dead and vanished, And ’tis you, ’tis you must live!

“Risen again, fire-tried, victorious, From the grave of Crime down-hurled, Peerless, pure, serene and glorious, Wield the sceptre of the world!”