THE GREATER REPUBLIC.
Our destiny was cast in an imperial mold,—Our mission drawn on an immenser planThan marked, in deathless lines, our sires’ high faith of old,—Earth’s broadest-visioned prophecy of man.From ancient feuds removed, and favoring seas between,In isolation enviable, supreme,We dwelt apart content,—self-center’d and serene,—The Old World’s wonder and the Ages’ dream.When suddenly a cry from out the surging deepWe fondly deemed the guardian of our peace:—A wail of anguish sore from breaking hearts that weepSweet Freedom’s doom and savage Wrong’s release.Deep calling unto deep! the Island’s bitter cryAwakes the Continent to sleep no more:—Heart ever answers heart:—America’s replyIs Santiago’s world-resounding shore.Nor here, alone, the Hand mysterious and divine;—Manila’s equal miracle foreshowedThe Providential path, with yet unsealèd sign,Where first our arms to scathless triumph rode.True to the unsought task we could not comprehend,—By foes maligned, by friends misunderstood,This faith sustained us still, to the appointed end:—Heaven serves the Sword unsheath’d for human good.Clear, now, the purpose of the Highest,—plain His plan:—To mould the Nation after His own mind,And give, in common emprise with the Son of Man,The moral leadership of all mankind.
Our destiny was cast in an imperial mold,—Our mission drawn on an immenser planThan marked, in deathless lines, our sires’ high faith of old,—Earth’s broadest-visioned prophecy of man.From ancient feuds removed, and favoring seas between,In isolation enviable, supreme,We dwelt apart content,—self-center’d and serene,—The Old World’s wonder and the Ages’ dream.When suddenly a cry from out the surging deepWe fondly deemed the guardian of our peace:—A wail of anguish sore from breaking hearts that weepSweet Freedom’s doom and savage Wrong’s release.Deep calling unto deep! the Island’s bitter cryAwakes the Continent to sleep no more:—Heart ever answers heart:—America’s replyIs Santiago’s world-resounding shore.Nor here, alone, the Hand mysterious and divine;—Manila’s equal miracle foreshowedThe Providential path, with yet unsealèd sign,Where first our arms to scathless triumph rode.True to the unsought task we could not comprehend,—By foes maligned, by friends misunderstood,This faith sustained us still, to the appointed end:—Heaven serves the Sword unsheath’d for human good.Clear, now, the purpose of the Highest,—plain His plan:—To mould the Nation after His own mind,And give, in common emprise with the Son of Man,The moral leadership of all mankind.
Our destiny was cast in an imperial mold,—Our mission drawn on an immenser planThan marked, in deathless lines, our sires’ high faith of old,—Earth’s broadest-visioned prophecy of man.
Our destiny was cast in an imperial mold,—
Our mission drawn on an immenser plan
Than marked, in deathless lines, our sires’ high faith of old,—
Earth’s broadest-visioned prophecy of man.
From ancient feuds removed, and favoring seas between,In isolation enviable, supreme,We dwelt apart content,—self-center’d and serene,—The Old World’s wonder and the Ages’ dream.
From ancient feuds removed, and favoring seas between,
In isolation enviable, supreme,
We dwelt apart content,—self-center’d and serene,—
The Old World’s wonder and the Ages’ dream.
When suddenly a cry from out the surging deepWe fondly deemed the guardian of our peace:—A wail of anguish sore from breaking hearts that weepSweet Freedom’s doom and savage Wrong’s release.
When suddenly a cry from out the surging deep
We fondly deemed the guardian of our peace:—
A wail of anguish sore from breaking hearts that weep
Sweet Freedom’s doom and savage Wrong’s release.
Deep calling unto deep! the Island’s bitter cryAwakes the Continent to sleep no more:—Heart ever answers heart:—America’s replyIs Santiago’s world-resounding shore.
Deep calling unto deep! the Island’s bitter cry
Awakes the Continent to sleep no more:—
Heart ever answers heart:—America’s reply
Is Santiago’s world-resounding shore.
Nor here, alone, the Hand mysterious and divine;—Manila’s equal miracle foreshowedThe Providential path, with yet unsealèd sign,Where first our arms to scathless triumph rode.
Nor here, alone, the Hand mysterious and divine;—
Manila’s equal miracle foreshowed
The Providential path, with yet unsealèd sign,
Where first our arms to scathless triumph rode.
True to the unsought task we could not comprehend,—By foes maligned, by friends misunderstood,This faith sustained us still, to the appointed end:—Heaven serves the Sword unsheath’d for human good.
True to the unsought task we could not comprehend,—
By foes maligned, by friends misunderstood,
This faith sustained us still, to the appointed end:—
Heaven serves the Sword unsheath’d for human good.
Clear, now, the purpose of the Highest,—plain His plan:—To mould the Nation after His own mind,And give, in common emprise with the Son of Man,The moral leadership of all mankind.
Clear, now, the purpose of the Highest,—plain His plan:—
To mould the Nation after His own mind,
And give, in common emprise with the Son of Man,
The moral leadership of all mankind.