AMERICA
COLUMBUS came to thee and called thee new!New World to him, but thy rich blood, bright gold,Lay cold where once the fires manifoldRaged fiercely. New? Primeval forests grew,Had fallen, and were coal! Thine eagles flewUndaunted then as now, and where the boldSouth Rocky Mountains rise in fold on foldThe Aztec to his God the victim slew.The tropic verdure of thy far north worldHad passed forever, moon-like fading out.Sky-piercing mounts have reared them from the seas—The lost Atlantis has been depth-ward hurled,Since thou wert new!—Old! all thy landmarks shout,And bid us read thy waiting mysteries.
COLUMBUS came to thee and called thee new!New World to him, but thy rich blood, bright gold,Lay cold where once the fires manifoldRaged fiercely. New? Primeval forests grew,Had fallen, and were coal! Thine eagles flewUndaunted then as now, and where the boldSouth Rocky Mountains rise in fold on foldThe Aztec to his God the victim slew.The tropic verdure of thy far north worldHad passed forever, moon-like fading out.Sky-piercing mounts have reared them from the seas—The lost Atlantis has been depth-ward hurled,Since thou wert new!—Old! all thy landmarks shout,And bid us read thy waiting mysteries.
COLUMBUS came to thee and called thee new!New World to him, but thy rich blood, bright gold,Lay cold where once the fires manifoldRaged fiercely. New? Primeval forests grew,Had fallen, and were coal! Thine eagles flewUndaunted then as now, and where the boldSouth Rocky Mountains rise in fold on foldThe Aztec to his God the victim slew.The tropic verdure of thy far north worldHad passed forever, moon-like fading out.Sky-piercing mounts have reared them from the seas—The lost Atlantis has been depth-ward hurled,Since thou wert new!—Old! all thy landmarks shout,And bid us read thy waiting mysteries.
COLUMBUS came to thee and called thee new!
New World to him, but thy rich blood, bright gold,
Lay cold where once the fires manifold
Raged fiercely. New? Primeval forests grew,
Had fallen, and were coal! Thine eagles flew
Undaunted then as now, and where the bold
South Rocky Mountains rise in fold on fold
The Aztec to his God the victim slew.
The tropic verdure of thy far north world
Had passed forever, moon-like fading out.
Sky-piercing mounts have reared them from the seas—
The lost Atlantis has been depth-ward hurled,
Since thou wert new!—Old! all thy landmarks shout,
And bid us read thy waiting mysteries.