For the light which is England, And the resurrection which is Russia, And the sorrow which is France, And for peoples everywhere Crying in bondage, And in poverty! You have been a leaven in the earth, O Republic! And a watch-fire on the hill-top scattering sparks; And an eagle clanging his wings on a cloud-wrapped promontory: Now the leaven must be stirred, And the brands themselves carried and touched To the jungles and the black-forests. Now the eaglets are grown, they are calling, They are crying to each other from the peaks-- They are flapping their passionate wings in the sunlight, Eager for battle! As a strong man nurses his youth To the day of trial; But as a strong man nurses it no more On the day of trial, But exults and cries: For Victory, O Strength! And for the glory of my City, O treasured youth! You shall neither save your youth, Nor hoard your strength Beyond this hour, O Republic! For you have sworn By the passion of the Gaul, And the strength of the Teuton, And the will of the Saxon, And the hunger of the Poor, That the white man shall lie down by the black man, And by the yellow man, And all men shall be one spirit, as they are one flesh, Through Wisdom, Liberty and Democracy. And forasmuch as the earth cannot hold Aught beside them, You have dedicated the earth, O Republic, To Wisdom, Liberty and Democracy! By the Power that drives the soul to Freedom, And by the Power that makes us love our fellows, And by the Power that comforts us in death, Dying for great races to come-- Draw the sword, O Republic! Draw the Sword! DEAR OLD DICK (Dedicated to Vachel Lindsay and in Memory of Richard E. Burke) Said dear old Dick To the colored waiter: "Here, George! be quick Roast beef and a potato. I'm due at the courthouse at half-past one, You black old scoundrel, get a move on you! I want a pot of coffee and a graham bun. This vinegar decanter'll make a groove on you, You black-faced mandril, you grinning baboon--" "Yas sah! Yas sah,"answered the coon. "Now don't you talk back," said dear old Dick, "Go and get my dinner or I'll show you a trick With a plate, a tumbler or a silver castor, Fuliginous monkey, sired by old Nick." And the nigger all the time was moving round the table, Rattling the silver things faster and faster-- "Yes sah! Yas sah, soon as I'se able I'll bring yo' dinnah as shore as yo's bawn." "Quit talking about it; hurry and be gone, You low-down nigger," said dear old Dick.