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ALIEN IN AMERICA, by            
First Line: I have no ear to hear your alien word
Last Line: And faith! -- the heart's last-labored codicil.
Alternate Author Name(s): Clough, F. Gardner
Subject(s): Aliens; Immigrants; United States; Extraterrestrials; Emigrant; Emigration; Immigration; America


I have no ear to hear your alien word:
When now I wander over my own land,
Breathe prairie wind, touch soil or sea-shore sand,
And hear birds sing, -- your talk seems twice absurd;
There is no problem, as you have inferred;
Your social logic merely alienates
My lonely love for the United States,
Until I am with verbal protest stirred:
What matters if my brothers have held back
My dole of silver? Better now I know
The world for lovely things will never lack, --
Nature is not spent, -- beauty lives here still;
My word is not of progress, -- but of lo!
And faith! -- the heart's last-labored codicil.





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