Maxima Carta
( INSCRIBED TO PRESIDENT WILSON, CHAMPION AND BEARER OF THE COVENANT OF NATIONS )
Hail , newest charter of the hopes of Man! —
Greater than every scroll that hitherto
Has pledged our safety — many against few,
Few against many. Seems it but a span
Toward Freedom's goal what Runnymede began.
The pact and pattern that our fathers drew,
Incorporate here, is glorified anew,
And seals the waiting world American.
Kings are no more, but only names of kings:
Henceforth are crowned the States that serve the sphere.
Come, patient Heaven, with healing in thy wings!
Haste, Choir of Earth, with your harmonious chord!
Madness shall yield to Order. . . . Who shall fear
When all the world gives bond to break the unhallowed sword?
Hail , newest charter of the hopes of Man! —
Greater than every scroll that hitherto
Has pledged our safety — many against few,
Few against many. Seems it but a span
Toward Freedom's goal what Runnymede began.
The pact and pattern that our fathers drew,
Incorporate here, is glorified anew,
And seals the waiting world American.
Kings are no more, but only names of kings:
Henceforth are crowned the States that serve the sphere.
Come, patient Heaven, with healing in thy wings!
Haste, Choir of Earth, with your harmonious chord!
Madness shall yield to Order. . . . Who shall fear
When all the world gives bond to break the unhallowed sword?
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