If we fail here, what new Columbus bold,

Steering brave prow through black seas unafraid, Finds out a fresh land where man may abide

And freedom yet be saved? The whole round earth Has seen the battle fought. Where shall men hide From tyranny and wrong, where life have worth, If here the cause succumb? If greed of gold Or lust of power or falsehood triumph here, The race is lost! A globe dispeopled, cold,

Rolled down the void a voiceless, lifeless sphere, Were not so stamped by all which hope debars As were this earth, plunging along through space Conquered by evil, shamed among the stars, Bearing a base, enslaved, dishonored race! Here has the battle its last vantage ground; Here all is won, or here must all be lost; Here freedom's trumpets one last rally sound; Here to the breeze its blood-stained flag is tossed. America, last hope of man and truth,

Thy name must through all coming ages be The badge unspeakable of shame and ruth,

Or glorious pledge that man through truth is free. This is thy destiny; the choice is thine

To lead all nations and outshine them all; But if thou failest, deeper shame is thine,

And none shall spare to mock thee in thy fall.

LIBERTY ENLIGHTENING THE WORLD

EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN

WARDER at ocean's gate,

Thy feet on sea and shore,

Like one the skies await

When time shall be no more!
What splendors crown thy brow?
What bright dread angel Thou,
Dazzling the waves before
Thy station great?

"My name is Liberty!
From out a mighty land
I face the ancient sea,

I lift to God my hand;
By day in Heaven's light,
A pillar of fire by night,
At ocean's gate I stand
Nor bend the knee.

"The dark Earth lay in sleep,
Her children crouched forlorn,

Ere on the western steep

I sprang to height, reborn:
Then what a joyous shout
The quickened lands gave out,
And all the choir of morn

Sang anthems deep.

"Beneath yon firmament,

The New World to the Old My sword and summons sent, My azure flag unrolled: The Old World's hands renew Their strength; the form ye view Came from a living mould In glory blent.

"O ye, whose broken spars
Tell of the storms ye met,
Enter! fear not the bars
Across your pathway set;
Enter at Freedom's porch,
For you I lift my torch,
For you my coronet
Is rayed with stars.

"But ye that hither draw To desecrate my fee,

Nor yet have held in awe

The justice that makes free,Avaunt, ye darkling brood!

By Right my house hath stood:

My name is Liberty,

My throne is Law."

O wonderful and bright,
Immortal Freedom, hail!
Front, in thy fiery might,

The midnight and the gale;

THE NEW YORK

.PUBLIC LIBRARY

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