Joseph Seamon Cotter
Joseph Seamon Cotter Poems
A thousand years of darkness in her face,
She turns at last from out the centurys' blight
Of labored moan and dull oppression's might,
To slowly mount the rugged path and trace
Her measured step unto her ancient place.
And upward, ever upward towards the light
She strains, seeing afar the day when right
Shall rule the world and justice leaven the race.
Now bare her swarthy arm and firm her sword,
She stands where Universal Freedom bleeds,
And slays in holy wrath to save the word
Of nations and their puny, boasting creeds.
Sear with the truth, ...
From your life's blood to coin a trenchant word--
The past, the present and the future's ken
To hold--and weave it to a ringing chord
That sounds within the changing hearts of men.