Henry Jackson Poems

I saw the rapture on America's face
On the threshold, last night, of a brand new day
Searching the unknown that shook the night
Out of the night REVEILLE ! Lead the way
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Give, and you will get a heap
If you sow, you're going to reap
But remember when you sow
Thorns, as well as roses grow.
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Destruction holds a cup of potent brew
Distilled in copper vats of vice and crime
Bottled and banded by souls of men
Aged since the fall of Adam
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