America, 1917

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Title:     America, 1917
Author: Christopher Morley [More Titles by Morley]

Dynamo of strength uncurbed,
Boundless might, undisciplined;
Energies still undisturbed,
Power, unharnessed as the wind--

Huge, inchoate commonweal,
Lo, at last we catch the thrill:
Now we found and forge the steel,
Scoop a channel for the will.

Here we stand; and destiny
Now admits us no retreat:
Hearts are braced from sea to sea,
_Hark! I hear the marching feet!_

Hills are moved; streams faster run;
Plumper kernels fill the wheat,
Now we dream and do as one....
_Hark! I hear the marching feet!_

_March_ 1917.

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Christopher Morley's poem: America, 1917

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