Where'er a single slave doth pine,
Where'er one man may help another,—
Thank God for such a birthright, brother,—
That spot of earth is thine and mine!
There is the true man's birthplace grand,
His is a world-wide fatherland!
James Russell Lowell.
INTERLEAVES
New World and Old Glory
The verse in this division gives a poetic picture of America, dear land of all our love, from the very beginning of her world-life. It sings her story from the time when Columbus,
"Before him not the ghost of shores,
Before him only shoreless seas,"
sailed toward the mysterious continent that lay hidden in the West; sings it from the thrilling moment when the weary sailors sighted the new land, up to the twentieth century, when Old Glory waves
"Wherever the sails of peace are seen
And wherever the war-wind blows."