To see the nation in one mighty whole,

Do homage on its bended, worshipping knee.

Through time's heroic actions, the soul of man,

Alone proves what that soul without earth's dross

Could be, and this, through time's far-searching fire,

Hath proved thine white beneath the deepest scan.

A woman's tribute, 'tis a tiny dot,

A merest flower from a frail, small hand,

To lay among the many petaled wreaths

About thy form,—a tribute soon forgot.

But if in all the incense to arise

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In fragrance to the blue empyrean

The blended sweetness of the womens' love

Goes pouring too, in all their heartfelt sighs.

And if one woman's sorrow be among them too,

One woman's joy for labor past

Be reckoned in the mighty teeming whole,

It is enough, there is not more to do.

Within the hearts of heroes small and great

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