The Great War

from A Treasury of War Poetry, an electronic edition

Russia -- America

A wind in the world! The dark departs;

The chains now rust that crushed men's flesh and bones,

Feet tread no more the mildewed prison stones,

And slavery is lifted from your hearts.

A wind in the world! O Com pany

Of darkened Russia, watching long in vain,

Now shall you see the cloud of Russia's pain

Go shrinking out across a summer sky.

A wind in the world! Our God shall be

In all the future left, no kingly doll

Decked out with dreadful sceptre, steel, and stole,

But walk the earth -- a man, in Charity.

A wind in the world! And doubts are blown

To dust along, and the old stars come forth --

Stars of a creed to Pilgrim Fathers worth

A field of broken spears and flowers strown.

A wind in the world! Now truancy

From the true self is ended; to her part

Steadfast again she moves, and from her heart

A great America cries: Death to Tyranny!

A wind in the world! And we have come

Together, sea by sea; in all the lands

Vision doth move at last, and Freedom stands

With brightened wings, and smiles and beckons home!