England to America,
1876 by William James Linton (1812�1897) |
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A HUNDRED years! Too long for memory of the justest
feud! Last century's quarrel to its end pursued And
yours the triumph, may not we grasp hands, Now each one
stands Apart from fears?
Brothers! that word
Makes Tyranny weak; Wrong flies, nor looks behind, Driven
as dry leaves before the herald wind That clears the way
for spring's most gentle flowers. O waiting hours!
Your plaint is heard.
Land named of hope! Our best
have hailed the promise of thy growth; Surely hath
honor's race-ground room for both America and England,
side by side, Yet leaving pride Sufficient scope.
New England! ours Art thou, as England's thine: thy
children own The common parentage. Nor they alone, But
wheresoe'er is heard our English tongue� World-widely
flung For coming hours.
Be with us then, Thou
greater England! second but in time: Our age shall
welcome our young giant's prime, As in his sons a father
takes delight, Proud of the height Of younger men.
O'erstride our fame! Step past the extremest
stretch of our renown! Wreathe round Columbia's head the
laurel crown Our old heroic worth can well assign! The
crown be thine� In England's name!
For we are
one,� In race, in will, in energy the same: Twin
aspirations of one-tongu�d flame. England were fain to
see you climb beyond Our hopes most fond, And all we
have done. |
By William James Linton (1812�1897)
Listed February 23, 2014
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