Where, though with rudest rites, Freedom and Truth
Are worshipt. From a glorious mother's breast,
Who, since high Athens fell, among the rest
Sate like the Queen of Nations, but in woe,
By inbred monsters outraged and opprest,
Turns to her chainless child for succor now,
It draws the milk of Power in Wisdom's fullest flow.

That land is like an eagle, whose young gaze
Feeds on the noontide beam, whose golden plume
Floats moveless on the storm, and on the blaze

Of sunrise gleams when Earth is wrapt in gloom;
An epitaph of glory for thy tomb

Of murdered Europe may thy fame be made,

Great People! As the sands shalt thou become; Thy growth is swift as morn when night must fade; The multitudinous Earth shall sleep beneath thy shade.

Yes, in the desert, there is built a home

For Freedom! Genius is made strong to rear
The monuments of man beneath the dome
Of a new Heaven; myriads assemble there
Whom the proud lords of man, in rage or fear,
Drive from their wasted homes. The boon I pray

Is this that Cythna shall be convoyed there, —
Nay, start not at the name - America!

PEACE HYMN FOR ENGLAND AND AMERICA

GEORGE HUNTINGTON

Two empires by the sea,

Two nations great and free,
One anthem raise.

One race of ancient fame,

One tongue, one faith, we claim:
One God, whose glorious name
We love and praise.

What deeds our fathers wrought,
What battles we have fought,
Let fame record.

Now, vengeful passion cease,
Come, victories of peace;
Nor hate nor pride's caprice
Unsheathe the sword.

Though deep the sea, and wide,
'Twixt realm and realm, its tide
Binds strand and strand.

So be the gulf between

Gray coasts and islands green

With bonds of peace serene

And friendship spanned.

Now, may the God above

Guard the dear land we love,

Both east and west.

Let love more fervent glow
As peaceful ages go,

And strength yet stronger grow,
Blessing and blest.

ENGLAND AND AMERICA

CHARLES SANGSTER

GREATEST twain among the nations,
Bound alike by kindred ties-
Ties that never should be sundered

While your banners grace the skies
But united, stand and labor,

Side by side, and hand in hand,
Battling with the sword of Freedom
For the peace of every land.
Yours the one beloved language,
Yours the same religious creed,
Yours the glory and the power,

Great as ever was the meed
Of old Rome, or Greece, or Sparta,
When their arms victoriously
Proved their terrible puissance
Over every land and sea.

Let the son respect the sire,
Let the father love the son,

Both unitedly supporting

All the glories they have won:

Thus in concert nobly wrestling,

They may work the world's release, And when having crushed its tyrants, Stand the sentinels of PeaceStand the mighty twin Colossus' Giants of the latter days,

Straightening for the coming kingdom All the steep and rugged ways, Down which many a lofty nation — Lofty on the scroll of fame

Has been swept to righteous judgment, Naught remaining but its name.

What! allied to Merrie England,
Have ye not a noble birth?
Yours, America, her honors,

Yours her every deed of worth.
Have ye not her Norman courage?

Wear ye not her Saxon cast? Boast ye not her love of Freedom? Do ye not revere the past

When her mighty men of genius

Chaucer, Shakespeare, Milton, PopeGlorified that self-same language, Since become your pride and hope?

There will come a time, my Brothers,
And a dread time it will be,
When your swords will flash together,
For your faith in jeopardy.

See that then ye fail not, Brothers!
Set the listening skies aglow
With such deeds as live in heaven,
If your Faith be worth a blow.

Proud, then, of each other's greatness,
Ever struggle side by side;

Noble Son! time-honored Parent!

Let no paltry strife divide

Hearts like yours, that should be mindful
Only of each other's worth
Mindful of your high position

'Mongst the powers of the earth.
Mightiest twain among the nations!
Bound alike by kindred ties -
Ties that never should be sundered,
While your banners grace the skies:
Hearts and destinies once united,
Steadfast to each other prove,
Bind them with enduring fetters-
Bind them with the Bonds of Love.

A CHALLENGE TO AMERICA

MARK LEMON

LET us quarrel, American kinsmen. Let us plunge into war. We have been friends too long. We have too highly promoted each other's wealth and prosperity. We are too plethoric; we want depletion. To which end, let us cut one another's throats. Let us sink, burn,