HOWARD B. GROSE With Introduction By Josiah Strong |
NEW YORK: EATON & MAINS
CINCINNATI: JENNINGS & GRAHAM Copyright, 1906, by
Young People's Missionary Movement
New York
UNGUARDED GATES
| Wide open and unguarded stand our gates, | | And through them presses a wild, motley throng— | | Men from the Volga and the Tartar steppes, | | Featureless figures of the Hoang-Ho, | | Malayan, Scythian, Teuton, Celt, and Slav, | | Flying the old world's poverty and scorn; | | These bringing with them unknown gods and rites, | | Those, tiger passions, here to stretch their claws. | | In street and alley what strange tongues are these, | | Accents of menace alien to our air, | | Voices that once the Tower of Babel knew! | | | O Liberty, White Goddess! is it well | | To leave the gates unguarded? On thy breast | | Fold Sorrow's children, soothe the hurts of fate, | | Lift the downtrodden, but with the hand of steel | | Stay those who to thy sacred portals come | | To waste the gifts of freedom. Have a care | | Lest from thy brow the clustered stars be torn | | And trampled in the dust. For so of old | | The thronging Goth and Vandal trampled Rome. | | And where the temples of the CÆsars stood | | The lean wolf unmolested made her lair. | —Thomas Bailey Aldrich.
TO ONE
WHO CHERISHES AMERICAN
IDEALS, WHO HAS INCULCATED LOVE OF
COUNTRY IN HER CHILDREN, AND
SOUGHT TO INSPIRE IT IN
ALL—MY WIFE
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