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 ALLIES

I

the dark of the mine,

In the bloom of the sun,

In the leap of the vine

I heard the war-message run;

Heard old earth softly crooning

And whispering to her own,

The hymn of man attuning

Under republic and throne:—

"Nature my garment, love my creed,

And the thought of man to grow in;

Labor the arm, freedom the seed,

And the field of time to sow in!

What are these mighty labors worth,

If justice die upon the earth?"

II

I heard the old earth calling

Loud over plains and mountains,

Voices, arising and falling,

In the noise of ocean-fountains:— 214