WHO goes there? An American! Brain and spirit, brawn and heart. Twas for him that the nations spared Each to the years its noblest part, Till from the Dutch, the Gaul, and Celt Blossomed the soul of Roosevelt. Student, trooper, and gentleman, Level lidded with times and kings, His the voice for the comrades' cheer; His the ear when the sabre rings. Then shades of the old days melt In the quick glance of Roosevelt. Hand that's moulded to hilt of sword, Heart that ever has laughed at fear, Type and pattern of civic pride, Wit and grace of the cavalier. All that his fathers prayed and felt Gleams in the glance of Roosevelt. Who goes there? An American! Man to the core as men should be. Let him pass through the line alone, Type of the sons of liberty. Here where his fathers' fathers dwelt Honor and faith for Roosevelt. |