The Great War

from A Calendar of Verse, an electronic edition

Our Country

After all --

One country, brethren! We must rise or fall

The makers of immortality --

Her freedom, fame,

Her glory or her shame,

Liegemen to God and fathers of the free!

After all --

Hark! from the heights the clear, strong clarion call

And the command imperious: "Stand forth,

Sons of the South and Brothers of the North!

Stand forth and be

As one on soil and sea --

Your country's honor more than empire's worth!"

After all --

'Tis Freedom wears the loveliest coronal;

Her brow is to the morning; in the sod

She breathes the breath of patriots; every clod

Answers her call

And rises like a wall

Against the foes of liberty and God!