America and England in Danger of War - Part 4

Then the West answered: " Is the sword's keen edge
Like to the mind for sharpness? Doth the flame
Devour like thought? Many with chariots came,
Squadron and phalanx, legion, square, and wedge;
They mounted up; they wound from ledge to ledge
Of battle-glory dark with battle-shame;
But God hath hurled them from the heights of fame
Who from the soul took no eternal pledge.

Because above her people and her throne
She hath erected reason's sovereignty;
Because wherever human speech is known
The touch of English breath doth make thought free;
Therefore forever is her glory blown
About the hills, and flashed beneath the sea."
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