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Edgar Lee Masters (Эдгар Ли Мастерс)


Draw the Sword, O Republic!


     By the blue sky of a clear vision,
     And by the white light of a great illumination,
     And by the blood-red of brotherhood,
     Draw the sword, O Republic!
     Draw the sword!

     For the light which is England,
     And the resurrection which is Russia,
     And the sorrow which is France,
     And for peoples everywhere
     Crying in bondage,
     And in poverty!

     You have been a leaven in the earth, O Republic!
     And a watch-fire on the hill-top scattering sparks;
     And an eagle clanging his wings on a cloud-wrapped promontory:
     Now the leaven must be stirred,
     And the brands themselves carried and touched
     To the jungles and the black-forests.
     Now the eaglets are grown, they are calling,
     They are crying to each other from the peaks--
     They are flapping their passionate wings in the sunlight,
     Eager for battle!

     As a strong man nurses his youth
     To the day of trial;
     But as a strong man nurses it no more
     On the day of trial,
     But exults and cries: For Victory, O Strength!
     And for the glory of my City, O treasured youth!
     You shall neither save your youth,
     Nor hoard your strength
     Beyond this hour, O Republic!

     For you have sworn
     By the passion of the Gaul,
     And the strength of the Teuton,
     And the will of the Saxon,
     And the hunger of the Poor,
     That the white man shall lie down by the black man,
     And by the yellow man,
     And all men shall be one spirit, as they are one flesh,
     Through Wisdom, Liberty and Democracy.
     And forasmuch as the earth cannot hold
     Aught beside them,
     You have dedicated the earth, O Republic,
     To Wisdom, Liberty and Democracy!

     By the Power that drives the soul to Freedom,
     And by the Power that makes us love our fellows,
     And by the Power that comforts us in death,
     Dying for great races to come--
     Draw the sword, O Republic!
     Draw the Sword!



Edgar Lee Masters's other poems:
  1. Lambert Hutchins
  2. Calvin Campbell
  3. Jonathan Houghton
  4. Washington McNeely
  5. Clarence Fawcett


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