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Oliver Wendell Holmes - America To RussiaOliver Wendell Holmes - America To Russia
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AUGUST 5, 1866 THOUGH watery deserts hold apart The worlds of East and West, Still beats the selfsame human heart In each proud Nation`s breast. Our floating turret tempts the main And dares the howling blast To clasp more close the golden chain That long has bound them fast. In vain the gales of ocean sweep, In vain the billows roar That chafe the wild and stormy steep Of storied Elsinore. She comes! She comes! her banners dip In Neva`s flashing tide, With greetings on her cannon`s lip, The storm-god`s iron bride! Peace garlands with the olive-bough Her thunder-bearing tower, And plants before her cleaving prow The sea-foam`s milk-white flower. No prairies heaped their garnered store To fill her sunless hold, Not rich Nevada`s gleaming ore Its hidden caves infold, But lightly as the sea-bird swings She floats the depths above, A breath of flame to lend her wings, Her freight a people`s love! When darkness hid the starry skies In war`s long winter night, One ray still cheered our straining eyes, The far-off Northern light. And now the friendly rays return From lights that glow afar, Those clustered lamps of Heaven that burn Around the Western Star. A nation`s love in tears and smiles We bear across the sea, O Neva of the banded isles, We moor our hearts in thee!
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