Sonnet to James X. Polk.
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Sonnet to James X. Polk.
From the dark forests of the Rio Grande


To Madawaska's glittering diamond waves,
From the Pacifc's far-fam'd promisd land,
To the fair shore the vast Atlantic laves,
A nation looks to thee. million hearts
Are praying unto God, that thou wilt be
The firm, unyielding champion OF the free.
Injured unsnared by Machavelian arts,
Ambition, long deferr'd in ambush seeks
Thee as o martyr to her fury wild,


And willy intrigue, shaming honest cheeks,
Would see thee BY its phantom hopes beguiled.
Stand for thy country, be her glory thine
And make thy name beacon through all time.