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One Country

By Oliver Wendell Holmes

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One country! Treason's writhing asp     Struck madly at her girdle's clasp,     And Hatred wrenched with might and main     To rend its welded links in twain,     While Mammon hugged his golden calf     Content to take one broken half,     While thankless churls stood idly by     And heard unmoved a nation's cry!     One country! "Nay," - the tyrant crew     Shrieked from their dens, - "it shall be two!     Ill bodes to us this monstrous birth,     That scowls on all the thrones of earth,     Too broad yon starry cluster shines,     Too proudly tower the New-World pines,     Tear down the 'banner of the free,'     And cleave their land from sea to sea!"     One country still, though foe and "friend"     Our seamless empire strove to rend;     Safe! safe' though all the fiends of hell     Join the red murderers' battle-yell!     What though the lifted sabres gleam,     The cannons frown by shore and stream, -     The sabres clash, the cannons thrill,     In wild accord, One country still!     One country! in her stress and strain     We heard the breaking of a chain!     Look where the conquering Nation swings     Her iron flail, - its shivered rings!     Forged by the rebels' crimson hand,     That bolt of wrath shall scourge the land     Till Peace proclaims on sea and shore     One Country now and evermore!     1865.

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Oliver Wendell Holmes

About Oliver Wendell Holmes

Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr. (1809–1894) was an American poet, physician, and essayist. His poems "Old Ironsides" and "The Chambered Nautilus" are American classics. He was part of the Fireside Poets group.

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