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C.D. Warner, et al., comp. The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.


By Richard Watson Gilder (1844–1909)

From ‘The Great Remembrance’

LAND that we love! Thou Future of the World!

Thou refuge of the noble heart oppressed!

Oh, never be thy shining image hurled

From its high place in the adoring breast

Of him who worships thee with jealous love!

Keep thou thy starry forehead as the dove

All white, and to the eternal Dawn inclined!

Thou art not for thyself, but for mankind,

And to despair of thee were to despair

Of man, of man’s high destiny, of God!

Of thee should man despair, the journey trod

Upward, through unknown eons, stair on stair,

By this our race, with bleeding feet and slow,

Were but the pathway to a darker woe

Than yet was visioned by the heavy heart

Of prophet. To despair of thee! Ah no!

For thou thyself art Hope; Hope of the World thou art!