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Show JAPAN. Beyond the west sun's sinking flame There is a thing without a name; There Is a mass without a form. The cloud and lightning for a storm. We gaze, and apprehensively. And yet our eyes far fail to see With childish pride we make our boast , Then turn to see the Eastern ghost. We cannot see. nor you nor I. , This phantom of times drawing nfgtv , But who feels not that mighty fate ! Is striding to our Western gate? Its steps may intervene by years, And we may lose our little fears. And even lay us down to sleep To wake subservient at Its feet. I t In time to be. in days to come. W'hen God shall add the awful sum J Of those who fell on either side. ' Which race shall victory' verdict hi; ( Which race ehal say. The day is minrf j Which nation rise and which decllnrffc gf, j It no man's tongue becomes to sayl 'If j But God has been our Nation's stay! f j LINDA RESTALL. Salt Lake City. ' |