America is a model of force and freedom and moderation - with all the coarseness and rudeness of its people.
An old man / With an old soul, and both extremely blind.
And having wisdom with each studious year, in meditation dwelt, with learning wrought, and shaped his weapon with an edge severe, sapping a solemn creed with solemn sneer.
And hold up to the sun my little taper.
And if I laugh at any mortal thing, 'Tis that I may not weep
And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, / Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!
And when we think we lead, we are most led.
And wrinkles (the damned democrats) won't flatter
And, after all, what is a lie? 'Tis but the truth in a masquerade
Are we aware of our obligations to a mob? It is the mob that labor in your fields and serve in your houses -- that man your navy, and recruit your army -- that have enabled you to defy the world, and can also defy you when neglect and calamity have driven them to despair. You may call the people a mob; but do not forget that a mob too often speaks the sentiments of the people.
Arm! Arm! it is - it is - the cannon's opening roar!
As falls the dew on quenchless sands, blood only serves to wash ambition's hands.
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