Part II
THE LIGHTNING
And what man moves but on the crest of history!The spark flashes from each to each.The incandescence fuses—Blooms out of the ghetto pit—Roars to the sky—Fans into a fiery liberty treeShowering its seed to the last beaches of the embattled earth!
And what man moves but on the crest of history!The spark flashes from each to each.The incandescence fuses—Blooms out of the ghetto pit—Roars to the sky—Fans into a fiery liberty treeShowering its seed to the last beaches of the embattled earth!
And what man moves but on the crest of history!The spark flashes from each to each.The incandescence fuses—Blooms out of the ghetto pit—Roars to the sky—Fans into a fiery liberty treeShowering its seed to the last beaches of the embattled earth!
And what man moves but on the crest of history!
The spark flashes from each to each.
The incandescence fuses—
Blooms out of the ghetto pit—
Roars to the sky—
Fans into a fiery liberty tree
Showering its seed to the last beaches of the embattled earth!
—Harry Granick