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A SONG.

1

COME, I will make the continent indissoluble;

I will make the most splendid race the sun ever yet          shone upon;

I will make divine magnetic lands,

With the love of comrades,

With the life-long love of comrades.

2

I will plant companionship thick as trees along all the          rivers of America, and along the shores of the          great lakes, and all over the prairies;

I will make inseparable cities, with their arms about          each other's necks;

By the love of comrades,

By the manly love of comrades.

3

For you these, from me, O Democracy, to serve you,          ma femme!

For you! for you, I am trilling these songs,

In the love of comrades,

In the high-towering love of comrades.

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