Courts and corregidors erst at thy bidding Banished or butchered Moresco and Jew; Ghosts from all Christendom, shades of the Martyrs Flock from the sepulcher thee to pursue. Wrath of retributive justice o’ertakes thee: Brand of time’s malison blisters thy brow: Armed cabelleros and crowned kings of Bourbon, All are unable to succor thee now. El Emplazado, the Summoned, the Doomed One! God’s Inquisition condemns thee today! Earth-shaking cannon-bolts thunder thy sentence,-- Heaven re-echoes the auto de fe. NATIONAL SONG. Dedicated to the Business Men’s Club of Cincinnati, May 13, 1903. America, my own! Thy spacious grandeurs rise Faming the proudest zone Pavilioned by the skies; Day’s flying glory breaks Thy vales and mountains o’er, And gilds thy streams and lakes From ocean shore to shore. Praised be thy wood and wold, Thy corn and wine and flocks, The yellow blood of gold Drained from thy cañon rocks; Thy trains that shake the land, Thy ships that plow the main, Triumphant cities grand Roaring with noise of gain. Earth’s races look to Thee: The peoples of the world Thy risen splendors see And thy wide flag unfurled; Thy sons, in peace or war, That emblem who behold, Bless every shining star, Cheer every streaming fold! Float high, O gallant flag, O’er Carib Isles of palm, O’er bleak Alaskan crag, O’er far-off lone Guam; Where Mauna Loa pours Black thunder from the deeps; O’er Mindanao’s shores, O’er Luzon’s coral steeps. Float high, and be the sign Of love and brotherhood,-- The pledge, by right divine Of Power, to do good; For aye and everywhere, On continent and wave, Armipotent to dare, Imperial to save! RIGHT OF MIGHT. I do enlist me in the cause of man, The old, dear cause of liberty for all, The hope of history since bards began To sing inspired heroic battle-call. The precious purchase of ten thousand years, The slow-won gains hard held at awful cost Of toil and thought and grief and blood and tears-- Shall these be stolen from the world, and lost? These to retain, must force, perforce, alas, Lift up her banners and her thunders hurl: Then, when the reign of cruelty shall pass, Dare Charity her fighting ensign furl. Where rings no song for freedom, none are free; Where gleams no sword for justice, justice dies; Where gates of hell prevail, then must it be The Powers of Darkness storm the very skies. The Prince of Gentleness, did He not bring A brand, lest violence on earth prevail? He preached, He prayed. And poets needs must sing War against wrong, or Christ himself must fail. JAMES E. MURDOCH.