No… the real American has not yet arrived. He is only in the Crucible, I tell you — he will be the fusion of all races, perhaps the coming superman.
How full and rich a world
Theirs to inhabit is–
Sweet scent of grass and bloom,
Playmates’ glad symphony,
Cool touch of western wind,
Sunshine’s divine caress.
How should they know or feel
They are in darkness?
But, oh, the miracle!
If a Redeemer came,
Laid finger on their eyes–
One touch and what a world,
New-born in loveliness!
The Past: Our cradle, not our prison; there s danger as well as appeal in its glamour. The past is for inspiration, not imitation, for continuation, not repetition.
Topics: Reflection, Past
America is God’s Crucible, the great Melting-Pot where all the races of Europe are melting and re-forming!
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