America, to Arms!

She stands a guardian of the endless sea,
Her garb is golden and her lips are flame;
She is the portal of eternity
And Beauty is the realm from which she came.
She is the voice of many bleeding lands.
America, she calls! To arms, arise,
For like a glimmering sabre in the skies
In scarlet glow she stands
A guardian of the earth and sea—
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