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1850–1919

AMERICA

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

I am the refuge of all the oppressed, I am the boast of the free, I am the harbour where ships may rest Safely‘ twixt sea and sea.

I hold up a torch to a darkened world, I lighten the path with its ray. Let my hand keep steady And let me be ready

For whatever comes my way - Let me be ready. If Jesus were back on the earth with men, He would not preach to-day

Until He had made Him a scourge, and again He would drive the defilers away. He would throw down the tables of lust and greed And scatter the changers’ gold.

He would be ready, His hand would be steady, As it was in that temple of old - He would be ready.

I am the cradle of God's new world, From me shall the new race rise, And my glorious banner must float unfurled, Unsullied against the skies.

My sons and daughters must be my strength, With courage to do and to dare, With hearts that are ready, With hands that are steady,

And their slogan must be, PREPARE! - They must be ready!

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