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I am the cry of the night wind, startling thy traitorous sleep;
Moaning I echo thy music, and e"en while thou boastest to reap
Alien harvests, my anger resounds from the vehement deep.

— Katharine Lee Bates America the Beautiful and Other Poems (1911)

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Here is princely interchange
Of the gifts of shore and field,
Starred with treasures rare and strange
That the liberal sea-chests yield.

America the Beautiful and Other Poems (1911)

Never was there lovelier town
Than our Falmouth by the sea.
Tender curves of sky look down
On her grace of knoll and lea.

America the Beautiful and Other Poems (1911)

Though earth be but an outpost of delight,
Heaven"s wild frontier by tragedy beset,
Only a Shakespeare may her gifts requite.
Only a happy Raphael pay his debt.

The Debt (1923)

I am thy strong consoler when the desolate human pain
Darkens upon thee, the azure outblotted by rush of the rain.
All thou dost cherish may perish; still shall thy quest remain.

America the Beautiful and Other Poems (1911)

I am the drawn sword barring the lanes thy mutinous feet
Vainly covet for greenness. Loitering pace or fleet,
Thine is the crag-path chosen. On the crest shall rest be sweet.

America the Beautiful and Other Poems (1911)

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