Vii

We seek no annexation, but of Mind, Heart, Spirit. True, thy clear, sonorous voice At Freedom's class-call, would make us rejoice, For, then, close-coasting thrall would fail to find In the new world, one truant to mankind, Swimming out to the foreigners' decoys, Or fast asleep amid his infant toys, Instead of at the task, which God assigned.

Oh, let thy spirit come, but it must be Along the star-way to the rising sun-- The way of love; not down creed hates that run, Like broken stone-steps, to a roaring sea-- The way thou oft, hast come. Rise, and be one On the new world's Star-top of Liberty.