The New Morning: Poems
An end, an end to that wild blood-red age,

That made and keeps us blind;

A mightier realm shall be her heritage,

The kingdom of mankind.

[21]Chosen from many nations, and made one;

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But first, O Mother, from thee,

When, following, following on that Pilgrim sun,

Thy Mayflower crossed the sea.

 [22]THE UNION

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(1917)

YOU that have gathered together the sons of all races,

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And welded them into one,

Lifting the torch of your Freedom on hungering faces

That sailed to the setting sun;

You that have made of mankind in your own proud regions

The music of man to be,

How should the old earth sing of you, now, as your legions


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