<h2><SPAN name="page57"></SPAN><span class="pagenum"></span>AMERICA</h2>
<p class="poetry">I <span class="smcap">am</span> the refuge of
all the oppressed,<br/>
I am the boast of the free,<br/>
I am the harbour where ships may rest<br/>
Safely ’twixt sea and sea.<br/>
I hold up a torch to a darkened world,<br/>
I lighten the path with its ray.<br/>
Let my hand keep steady<br/>
And let me be ready<br/>
For whatever comes my way—<br/>
Let me be ready.</p>
<p class="poetry">Oh, better than fortresses, better than
guns,<br/>
Better than lance or spear,<br/>
Are the loyal hearts of my daughters and sons,<br/>
Faithful and without fear.<br/>
But my daughters and sons must understand<br/>
<i>That Attila did not die</i>.<br/>
And they must be ready,<br/>
<SPAN name="page58"></SPAN><span class="pagenum"></span>Their
hands must be steady,<br/>
If the hosts of hell come nigh—<br/>
They must be ready.</p>
<p class="poetry">If Jesus were back on the earth with men,<br/>
He would not preach to-day<br/>
Until He had made Him a scourge, and again<br/>
He would drive the defilers away.<br/>
He would throw down the tables of lust and greed<br/>
And scatter the changers’ gold.<br/>
He would be ready,<br/>
His hand would be steady,<br/>
As it was in that temple of old—<br/>
He would be ready.</p>
<p class="poetry">I am the cradle of God’s new world,<br/>
From me shall the new race rise,<br/>
And my glorious banner must float unfurled,<br/>
Unsullied against the skies.<br/>
My sons and daughters must be my strength,<br/>
With courage to do and to dare,<br/>
With hearts that are ready,<br/>
With hands that are steady,<br/>
And their slogan must be, <span class="smcap">Prepare</span>!—<br/>
They must be ready!</p>
<p class="poetry"><SPAN name="page59"></SPAN><span class="pagenum">p.
59</span>With a prayer on the lip they must shoulder arms,<br/>
For after all has been said,<br/>
We must muster guns,<br/>
If we master Huns—<br/>
<i>And Attila is not dead</i>—<br/>
We must be ready!</p>
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