The creed I hold is too divine To be walled in by a color line. I praise the Lord for a humble place In the mighty Anglo-Saxon race. All circles of loyalty I prize, But a vaster vision greets my eyes. I shout for the East, I shout for the West— I shout for our nation God has blest, But my horizon is the race— Its radius great as God's own grace. From my heart's embrace I let none go, Whether man in the mansion, or "man with the hoe"— Hurrah for humanity's rich, red blood, That throbs its way to the throne of God. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BALLAD OF HELL by JOHN DAVIDSON ON VISITING THE TOMB OF BURNS by JOHN KEATS A BALLAD OF THE FRENCH FLEET; OCTOBER, 1746 by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE GREAT FIGURE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS FOOTLIGHT MOTIFS: 2. PHOEBE FOSTER by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS ROUNDEL by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |