America
Wherein do I cast my lot in your ground fallow
To what God do I condemn myself, a follower
Is it in your past, now resurrected
That I plant my emblem, however afflicted
My words flow forth as an exhortation
To your rapture now emblazened in an emblem
An emblem of eagle, of glorious flight
Now soaring high in unbreakable night
Do I cling to the past, glory misbegotten
Or is it the truth, resurrected, in my words begotten
The eagles which stood erect and solid, fixed and firm
Are now so fluttering, by winds of change thus churned
When I study your past, so glorious, now lapsed
Am I imagining a glory once alive, now passed
Is there a future, a golden gleam
To the past portrayed, of Roman beams
When I see the outline of honor once teeming
Am I but seeing in present but pointless meaning
I long for the possibility the future
Yet is it but that, a child never yet to ma-ture
America my living, guiding light
Are ye but the glimmer of hope 'fore dark age, 'fore night
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