The Great War

from A Calendar of Verse, an electronic edition

America, to Arms!

She stands, a guardian of the endless sea,

Her garb is golden, and her lips are flame,

She is the portal of Eternity

And Beauty is the realm from whence she came!

She is the voice of many bleeding lands --

America, she calls! To Arms! Arise!

For like a shimmering sabre in the skies

In scarlet glow she stands

A guardian of the earth and sea --