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1899 · PDF PAGE 9

An Appeal to the American Republic

Clasp hands, O fair republic of the west, And leave the kingdoms to their sudden fate. With new-born love and ardour unrepressed, Let Lethe steep in its unquiet rest The old years whose red hands have made us great. O fair republic, strong and swift, unbind The shackles of thy mind : More than our kin ye are ; henceforth not less than kind. Bind on the splendid sandals, and unloose The burning horses, and fling wide the reins ! From cold Archangel unto Syracuse Europe shall see and tremble and ask truce, And new blood pour through Asia’s wasted…

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1899 · PDF PAGE 4

An Appeal to the American Republic

…r challenge you hurled back across the foam : Vienna and tall Rome Trembled for their ally : you stirred our hearts at home. The fire of love no waters shall devour ; The faith of friendship stands the shocks of time ; Seal with your voice the triumph of this hour, Your glory to our glory and our power, Alliance of one tongue, one faith, one clime ! Seal and clasp hands ; and let the sea proclaim Friendship of righteous fame, And lordship of two worlds that time can never tame. Stoop not and tender not an hour’s regret For those wild words in t…

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1899 · PDF PAGE 11

An Appeal to the American Republic

…flames candescent as the dew, Red flowers too queenly for a mortal name ! The sea is pregnant with green stars ; the land, The sky, like lovers stand With kiss half-consciously exchanged, hand fast in hand. O lovers fair and free, the wings of peace Bear this voice onward ; linger as your will By moon-wrought glades, and softly murmuring seas, Lands white with summer, and the quiet leas ! Linger, and let no word of music thrill Your hearts ; young love is all the harp ye need : Your kiss in very deed Is keen to echo song well tuned from Milton’…

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1899 · PDF PAGE 13

An Appeal to the American Republic

…er and daughter of our loyal isle, Our hands reach out to you, our lips are fain To wreathe with yours in one delicious smile Of budding love, to grow a kiss awhile, And laugh like bride and groom, and kiss again ! Let our alliance like a marriage stand, Supreme from strand to strand, The likeness of our love, the clasp of hand in hand. 11

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1899 · PDF PAGE 8

An Appeal to the American Republic

…s her day of dearth, In her new birth forgets, and maddens into mirth. The stars swing censers of pale gold to God, Whose incense is the love-song of the free ; Angels with mercy and with beauty shod Move in the mazes of an Eden, trod Not by the seemly spirits of the sea, But by brave men built wholly of desire And freedom’s mystic fire, To clothe its habitants with glorious attire. 6

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1899 · PDF PAGE 5

An Appeal to the American Republic

…o sold Italy, weighed out Hungary for gold, And shattered Greece to serve no noble ends. The traitors and the peoples and the kings That love not righteous things, They shall behold our wrath, and find our anger stings. White slaves shall look up and behold a light Grow in the islands of the sacred sea, And on the land whose forehead kisses night And has the dawn upon its wings, whose might Is mightier for the lips of Liberty Pressed on its new-born cheek, when Church and State Drove forth to baffle Fate Our sires and yours, whose fame is grown…

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1899 · PDF PAGE 10

An Appeal to the American Republic

…lands, and wonder ! For the night Rolls back her beaten iron, and the day Breaks, and the passionate heralds of the light, Armoured with love for panoply of might, Rush on the portals of the falling way. The lamps of heaven are dim while swords strike fire From rocks whose crests burn higher :— At their assault hell’s dogs gasp, totter, and expire All the gold gates are open of the East ; The rugged columns of the hills uphold A dome of changeless turquoise, and they feast, The sun’s lips, on the woods that have increased Since dawn with store …

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