AMERICA, 1917

Dynamo of strength uncurbed,

Boundless might, undisciplined;

Energies still undisturbed,

Power, unharnessed as the wind —

Huge, inchoate commonweal,

Lo, at last we catch the thrill:

Now we found and forge the steel,

Scoop a channel for the will.

Here we stand; and destiny

Now admits us no retreat:

Hearts are braced from sea to sea,

Hark! I hear the marching feet!

Hills are moved; streams faster run;

Plumper kernels fill the wheat,

Now we dream and do as one....

Hark! I hear the marching feet!