Classic Poem

Now twice twelve years ago,
When we, through fields of woe,
Weeping went forth to sow
Our blood's red seed,
We cried to the old-world land;
" These fresh wounds crave your hand,
Help us to balm and band
In our sore need. "

Then back their message ran;
" Renounce your cloud-born plan,
Deeming that man with man
Can live thus free:
Unbind the lictor's rod,
Teach old Disdain to nod,
Throne Custom for your god
And — live as We. "

Those twice twelve years are gone
War's harvest work is done,
All our stars sing as one
From sea to sea:
While far across the main,
Their skies grow black with rain,
Where the old world cries in pain,
" Your help need We. "

Back flies our answering word;
" Free your soil, sheathe your sword,
Live ye in love's accord,
As men; be free;
Be one; — till Peace creates,
High above gods and fates,
A World's United States,
And — Live as We. "