To America on July 4

May you awake as your last hour

Ticks away a world that history

Will not recall except to yearn.

May you find in the memory

That here the rights of man were born

The will to lift, at last, the light

Of reason–ever sentinel

Against the blind, despotic night.

And may you cry, as shadows come

Onrushing, how mankind saw saw

The kneeling rise–their sacrament

Nature alone and nature's law--

And seize, upon these shores, the prize

That man shall live by right, not leave

Of priest or king or mob of men

In guises power lust may weave.

May you call Enlightenment’s sons

From banishment and they again

Proclaim rebirth of mankind’s last,

Best hope. May freedom ring out, then,

Against sly tyranny that lusts

To forge our chains, those chains be hurled

To damnation everlasting

From the bitter shores of the world.

May no year come but skies this night

Explode with freedom’s grand old light.

From "How Glad I Am for Man, Tonight," Walter Donway

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