MECHANISM OF NATURE 



The fruit of the world-old Labor, 

 The prize of the fierce long strife, 



All hail to the new-born era! 



To the throbbing, the pulsing Life. 



Behold, all that humans imagined, 



This we will begin to do; 

 No mortal hand shall restrain us, 



Our course shall be straight and true. 



The jealous Gods are impotent, 

 We fear not the fabled crew; 



For we know the laws of the plummet 

 And straight are the lines we hew. 



From the ruin of vanished empires, 

 From the ashes of countless kings, 



The greatest, the last, the McSaxon, 

 The nation of nations springs. 



One language, one flag and one Country, 

 The Land of the Good and Free, 



Wherever my feet may wander, 

 And ever my heart may be. 

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