AIL, brother! fling thy banner
To the billows and the breeze;
We proffer thee warm welcome
With our hand, though not our knees.
THE UNITED STATES TO GREAT BRITAIN
AIL, brother! fling thy bannerTo the billows and the breeze;
We proffer thee warm welcome
With our hand, though not our knees.
Lord of the main and manor!
Thy palm, in ancient day,
Didst rock the country's cradle
That wakes thy laureate's lay.
Thy palm, in ancient day,
Didst rock the country's cradle
That wakes thy laureate's lay.
The hoar fight is forgotten;
Our eagle, like the dove,
Returns to bless a bridal
Betokened from above.
Our eagle, like the dove,
Returns to bless a bridal
Betokened from above.
List, brother! angels whisper
To Judah's sceptered race,—
"Thou of the self-same spirit,
Allied by nations' grace,
To Judah's sceptered race,—
"Thou of the self-same spirit,
Allied by nations' grace,
"Wouldst cheer the hosts of heaven;
For Anglo-Israel, lo!
Is marching under orders;
His hand averts the blow."
For Anglo-Israel, lo!
Is marching under orders;
His hand averts the blow."
Brave Britain, blest America!
Unite your battle-plan;
Victorious, all who live it,—
The love for God and man.
Unite your battle-plan;
Victorious, all who live it,—
The love for God and man.
Boston Herald, Sunday, May 15, 1898.