A Song Of Republics by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Fair Freedom’s ship, too long adrift –
Of every wind the sport –
Now rigged and manned, her course well planned,
Sails proudly out of port;
And fluttering gaily from the mast
This motto is unfurled,
Let all men heed its truth who read:
“Republics rule the World!”

The universe is high as God!
Good is the final goal;
The world revolves and man evolves
A purpose and a soul.
No church can bind, no crown forbid
Thought’s mighty upward course –
Let kings give way before its sway,
For God inspires its force.

The hero of a vanished age
Was one who bathed in gore;
Who best could fight was noblest knight
In savage days of yore;
Now warrior chiefs are out of date,
The times have changed. To-day
We call men great who arbitrate
And keep war’s hounds at bay.

The world no longer looks to priest
Or prince to know its needs;
Earth’s human throng has grown too strong
To rule with courts and creeds.
We want no kings but kings of toil –
No crowns but crowns of deeds;
Not royal birth but sterling worth
Must mark the man who leads.

Proud monarchies are out of step
With modern thought to-day,
For Brotherhood is understood,
And thrones may pass away.
Men dare to think. Concerted thought
Contains more power than swords:
The force that binds united minds
Defeats mere savage hordes.

Man needs no arbitrary hand
To keep him in control;
He feels the power grow hour by hour
Of his expanding soul:
In God’s stupendous scheme of worlds
He knows he has a place;
He is no slave to cringe, and crave
Some worthless monarch’s grace.

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As ocean billows undermine
The haughty shores each hour,
Time’s sea has brought its waves of thought
To crumble thrones of power;
And one by one shall kingdoms fall
Like leaves before the blast,
As man with man combines to plan
Republics formed to last.

Columbia baulked a tyrant king,
And built upon a rock,
In Freedom’s name, a shrine whose fame
Outlived the century’s shock.
Now France within our port has set
Her symbol of re-birth;
Her lifted hand tells sea and land
Republics light the earth.

One mighty church for all the world
Would make men far more kind;
One government would bring content
To many a restless mind.
Sail on, fair ship of Freedom, sail
The wide sea’s breadth and length.
‘Till worlds unite to make the might
Of “One Republic’s” strength.

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