AN APPEAL 
TO THE AMERICAN REPUBLIC. 
 
 
HOU fair Republic oversea afar, 
Where long blue ripples lap the fertile land, 
Whose manifest dominion, like a star, 
Fixed by the iron hands and swords of war, 
Now must for aye, a constellation, stand— 
Thou new strong nation !  as the eagle aspires 
To match the sun’s own fires, 
Children of our land, hear the children of your sires. 
 
We stretch out hands to-day when the white wings 
Of Peace are spread beneath you and your foe. 
O race of men that slay the slaves of kings ! 
We, whom the foam-crowned ocean still enrings, 
We, whose strong freedom never brooked a blow, 
Hail you now victors, hail you of the sword 
Proved in the west the lord, 
Hail you, and bid you sound quick friendship and accord.
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