Elizabeth Margaret Chandler

“ Through all the wide earth's bounds you ‘ll find
None else so truly free!
Go north or south, or east or west,
Wherever you may roam,
There's not a land like this of ours,
The stranger's refuge home!
And yet methinks it were but well,
The tale might not be told,
That where our banner proudliest floats,
Are human sinews sold.
And when we boast that o'er our soil
No tyrants footstep treads,
'T were well if we could hide the blood,
The red scourge daily sheds. ”

“ All other lands above,
There's none may dare to knit again,
Those sacred cords of love.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”