That beckoned with a golden star;
And so our nation was enlarged,
With cities, schools, and riches charged.
But back here in these hills to-day
My heart in anguish wants to say
That all around the purest race
Show Anglo-Saxon on their face.
A race where blood is pure and clean
Live in these hills, by us unseen;
Their face and figure very fair,
With clear, blue eyes and golden hair,
Save when 'tis found in darker hue;
Refinement and a brain show through.
The sweet faced men, with artless grace,
Drawn from a love of God, well placed;
The modest, gentle, friendly maid,
With hands to work at any trade,
And heart so loyal, brave and true,—
To know them is a pleasure too.
And so our nation was enlarged,
With cities, schools, and riches charged.
But back here in these hills to-day
My heart in anguish wants to say
That all around the purest race
Show Anglo-Saxon on their face.
A race where blood is pure and clean
Live in these hills, by us unseen;
Their face and figure very fair,
With clear, blue eyes and golden hair,
Save when 'tis found in darker hue;
Refinement and a brain show through.
The sweet faced men, with artless grace,
Drawn from a love of God, well placed;
The modest, gentle, friendly maid,
With hands to work at any trade,
And heart so loyal, brave and true,—
To know them is a pleasure too.
But I have wandered from my theme,
In rapture o'er some happy scene.
My heart still cries aloud in pain
For these dear folks:—some of this same,
The little Anglo-Saxon child
Upon these mountains vast and wild
Are fading their sweet lives away.
The hook-worm is the cause, they say.
Some wasted to the very bone,
While others in great swelling shown.
In rapture o'er some happy scene.
My heart still cries aloud in pain
For these dear folks:—some of this same,
The little Anglo-Saxon child
Upon these mountains vast and wild
Are fading their sweet lives away.
The hook-worm is the cause, they say.
Some wasted to the very bone,
While others in great swelling shown.
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