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Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Oct 25, 1899

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 25, No. 43.

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IMPERIALISM.

By Paul Pinckney

[Paul Pinckney, in Southern Home Journal.]
Go STAND where the sun-god sets, Go tent where he wakes again; Go fence in the earth with bayonets, And corral the tribes of men.
Go tread in the tracks of Spain, Of Rome and the dead empires, Till, drunk with the blood of millions slain, Ye light your funeral fires.
Ye may dig, no odds how deep; Ye may delve, no odds how long; Ye may sin till conscience falls asleep, And ye think it right that's wrong.
Ye may camp by the heathen's hearth; Ye may waste his life and lands; Ye may seize the utmost ends of earth, And mock him where he stands.
Ay, these and more will ye dare In quest of the tinsel stakes, Till your proud conceits shall melt in air, When the breath that made unmakes.
God gave us the fruitful West, And strengthened our arms of yore, But fixed our bounds, at His high behest With the oceans, shore and shore.
He planted us deep and well; He builded us strong and great; From the best of earth our ranks to swell, He fashioned His chosen state.
And He wrought in Freedom's name; He gave us Liberty's light. Shall we barter these for a butcher's shame And a heathen's poor birthright?