The Poems of Henry Van Dyke by Henry Van Dyke
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page 289 of 481 (60%)
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And beggar in the helpless days of youth,
Shall surely claim A just revenge, and take it without ruth; And every soul denied the right to grow Beneath the flag, shall be its secret foe. Bow down, dear land, in penitence and shame! Remember now thine oath, so nobly sworn, To guard an equal lot For every child within thy borders born! These are thy children whom thou hast forgot: They have the bitter right to live, but not The blessed right to look for happiness. O lift thy liberating hand once more, To loose thy little ones from dark duress; The vital gladness to their hearts restore In healthful lessons and in happy play; And set them free to climb the upward way That leads to self-reliant nobleness. Speak out, my country, speak at last, As thou hast spoken in the past, And clearly, bravely say: "I will defend The coming race on whom my hopes depend: Beneath my flag and on my sacred soil No child shall bear the crushing yoke of toil." VII Look up, look up, ye downcast eyes! |
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