The Land Of The Great Spirit

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Title:     The Land Of The Great Spirit
Author: Edward Doyle [More Titles by Doyle]

Behold Ye Here the Happy Hunting Grounds,
Where the Great Spirit, called Democracy,
Sets every heart and soul forever free,
An Equity, not royal grant, sets bounds.
No Phaeton attempting Phoebus rounds
And burning up earth's grass and forestry,
Is lust for power; 'tis love for liberty,
With bloom and birds for wheel-sparks, here resounds.

It is the land of Spirit. "Ye who enter,
Abandon first all fratricidal hate,"
Proclaims the edict, blazoned o'er each gate.
There see all tribes chase truth to joy--the center
Convexing broad and broader, as more great
Their numbers from where prejudice is mentor.

[The end]
Edward Doyle's poem: Land Of The Great Spirit

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