FAIR Freedom's ship, too long adrift--
Of every wind the sport--
Now rigged and manned, her course well planned
Sails proudly out of port;
And fluttering gaily from the mast
This motto is unfurled,
Let all men heed its truth who read:
Republics Rule the World!
The universe is high as God!
Good is the final goal;
The world revolves and man evolves
A purpose and a soul.
No church can bind, no crown forbid
Thought's mighty upward course--
Let kings give way before its sway,
For God inspires its force.
The hero of a vanished age
Was one who bathed in gore;
Who best could fight was noblest knight
In savage days of yore.
Now warrior chiefs are out of date,
The times have changed. To-day
We call men great who arbitrate,
And keep war's hounds at bay.
The world no longer looks to priest
Or prince to know its needs;
Earth's human throng has grown too strong
To rule with courts and creeds.
We want no kings but kings of toil,
No crowns but crowns of deeds--
Not royal birth but sterling worth
Must mark the man who leads.
Proud monarchies are out of step
With modern thought to-day,
For Brotherhood is understood
And thrones must pass away.
Men dare to think. Concerted thought
Contains more power than swords:
The force that binds united minds
Defeats mere savage hordes.
Man needs no arbitrary hand
To keep him in control--
He feels the power grow hour by hour
Of his expanding soul,
In God's stupendous scheme of worlds,
He knows he has a place,
He is no slave to cringe, and crave
Some worthless monarch's grace.
As ocean billows undermine
The haughty shores each hour,
Time's sea has brought its waves of thought
To crumble thrones of power;
And one by one shall kingdoms fall
Like leaves before the blast,
As man with man combines to plan
Republics formed to last.
Columbia balked a tyrant king,
And built upon a rock,
In Freedom's name, a shrine whose fame
Outlived the century's shock.
Now France within our port has set
Her symbol of re-birth--
Her lifted hand tells sea and land,
Republics light the earth.
One mighty church for all the world
Would make men far more kind.
One government would bring content
To many a restless mind.
Sail on, fair ship of Freedom, sail
The wide sea's breadth and length.
'Till worlds unite to make the might
Of One Republic's strength.
ELLA WHEELER WILCOX.
The Evening Bulletin [Philadelphia] 26 Jan. 1906: 7.
Courtesy of John M. Freiermuth.
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