England To AmericaLo! now I seeThy dear sons play their part,The fair expounding of a themeNearest thy heart.A living dreamOf Liberty.Lo! now I knowThat God has taught thy soulThe highest ideals of His Heaven.A starlit goalWhen thou hast strivenShall healthy woe.Lo! now I claimAs proudest of my joysI helped the mingling of the bloodWhich fires thy boysTo work this goodIn Freedom's name.New York, April 21, 1918(On Landing)
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