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Show 'TO MY COUNTRY By (Jhanes Hanson Towne. One told me he had heard it whispered: "Lo The hour has come when Europe, desperate With sudden war and terrible swift hate, Rocks like a reed beneath the mighty blow. Therefore shall we, in this, her time of woe, Profit and prosper, since her ships of State Go down in darkness. Kind, thrice kind is Fate. Leaving our land secure, our grain to grow!" America! They blashpeme and they lie Who say these are the voices of your sons! In this foul night, when nations sink and die, No thought is there save for the fallen ones Who, underneath the ruins of old thrones, Suffer and bleed, and tell the world good-bye! |
