THE SPACIOUS DAYS OF ROOSEVELT
These were the spacious days of Roosevelt.
Would that among you chiefs like him arose
To win the wrath of our united foes,
To chain King Mammon in the donjon-keep,
To rouse our godly citizens that sleep
Till as one soul, we shout up to the sun
The battle-yell of freedom and the right—
“Lord, let good men unite.”
Nay, I would have you lonely and despised.