George Herbert Clarke, ed. (1873–1953). A Treasury of War Poetry. 1917.
John Galsworthy
RussiaAmerica
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The chains now rust that crushed men’s flesh and bones,
Feet tread no more the mildewed prison stones,
And slavery is lifted from your hearts.
Of darkened Russia, watching long in vain,
Now shall you see the cloud of Russia’s pain
Go shrinking out across a summer sky.
In all the future left, no kingly doll
Decked out with dreadful sceptre, steel, and stole,
But walk the earth—a man, in Charity.
To dust along, and the old stars come forth—
Stars of a creed to Pilgrim Fathers worth
A field of broken spears and flowers strown.
From the true self is ended; to her part
Steadfast again she moves, and from her heart
A great America cries: Death to Tyranny!
Together, sea by sea; in all the lands
Vision doth move at last, and Freedom stands
With brightened wings, and smiles and beckons home!