I SEE AMERICA MARCHING
I.
I see America marching:
Over the perilous waves her khakied thousands flood;
Over the bloodied Atlantic the steady drive of her fleets,
And through the swirling air the whirr of her clouds of bird-men.
I see America marching:
Over the perilous waves her khakied thousands flood;
Over the bloodied Atlantic the steady drive of her fleets,
And through the swirling air the whirr of her clouds of bird-men.
II.
I see America marching:
Wheat from the stubborn soil of the North, cotton snow from the South,
Iron and steel from the Lakes and the glinting miles of mountains,
Sugar and meat, timber and coal, powder and steel-wrought rails,
The army at home, with lengthening arm, smashing unending blows.
I see America marching:
Wheat from the stubborn soil of the North, cotton snow from the South,
Iron and steel from the Lakes and the glinting miles of mountains,
Sugar and meat, timber and coal, powder and steel-wrought rails,
The army at home, with lengthening arm, smashing unending blows.
III.
I see America marching:
This is no war of armies, nor even of nations.
I see America marching:
This is no war of armies, nor even of nations.
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