PATRIOTISM

Centre of equal daughters, equal sons,

All, all alike endear'd, grown, ungrown, young or old, Strong, ample, fair, enduring, capable, rich,

Perennial with the Earth, with Freedom, Law and Love, A grand, sane, towering, seated Mother,

Chair'd in the adamant of Time.

"America" by WALT WHITMAN

How shall we train our Prince ?

To love his land,

Love Justice and love Honor. For them both

He girds himself to serve her, nothing loath,
Although in arms against a world he stand.
Ruling himself the world he can command,
Taught to serve her in honor and in truth,
Baby and boy, and in his lusty youth
He finds archangels' strength on either hand.
E. E. HALE.

PATRIOTISM

LOVE OF COUNTRY

SIR WALTER SCOTT

BREATHES there the man, with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land?
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned,
As home his footsteps he hath turned

From wandering on a foreign strand?
If such there breathe, go, mark him well;
For him no minstrel raptures swell;
High though his titles, proud his name,
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim,-
Despite those titles, power, and pelf,
The wretch, concentred all in self,
Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
And, doubly dying, shall go down
To the vile dust from whence he sprung,
Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.

COLUMBUS

EDWARD EVERETT HALE

GIVE me white paper!

This which you use is black and rough with smears
Of sweat and grime and fraud and blood and tears,
Crossed with the story of men's sins and fears,
Of battle and of famine all these years,

When all God's children had forgot their birth,
And drudged and fought and died like beasts of earth.

"Give me white paper!

One storm-trained seaman listened to the word;

What no man saw he saw; he heard what no man heard. In answer he compelled the sea

To eager man to tell

The secret she had kept so well!

Left blood and guilt and tyranny behind

Sailing still west the hidden shore to find;

For all mankind that unstained scroll unfurled, Where God might write anew the story of the World.

"OH MOTHER OF A MIGHTY RACE"

WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT

OH mother of a mighty race,

Yet lovely in thy youthful grace!

The elder dames, thy haughty peers,