Across the Western seas New China wakes from sleep,
And hearts of exiled sons in filial answer leap;
Her sons with quickened pulse of other lands,
Shall hold the mother’s future in their hands.
We may not flatter yet that we have done our part,
We may not now forget the foes at China’s heart.
She asks our friendship now, the same she had of old,
That she may hold secure her crown of jade and gold.
Our neighbor, separate only by the restless sea,
Yet linked by ships, the birds of commerce, bold and free;