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THE ENIGMA
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  


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THE ENIGMA

Sweeps of mellowing prairie, soaked with suns and rains;
Breadths of patriarch forest never an axeblow stains;
Wreaths of radiant rivers, marged with fecund soil;
Miles of houseless farmland, hungering for man's toil;
Troops of sovereign mountains, rich with precious ore;
Droves of game that scamper, flocks that float or soar;
Nature's hand so bounteous!—Yet (whate'er it means!)
Twenty million dollars, twenty million dollars, twenty million dollars
For the Philippines!
Factories crammed with craftsfolk, deft at spools and looms;
Mines where grisly thousands delve in sullen glooms;
Fields where stalwart scythemen crop the lissome wheat;
Seas where tawny fishers urge the fruitful fleet;
Bred and reared and slaughtered, swarms of swine and kine;
Orchards orbed with apples, grapes that whelm their vine;
Largess poured from Labour!—Yet (whate'er it means!)
Twenty million dollars, twenty million dollars, twenty million dollars
For the Philippines!

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In the mightiest city that our New World rears
Bribery stalking lawless, justice choked with jeers;
Washingtonian Senates fouled by guileful tricks;
Halls of court and council smeared with politics;
Money and honour fighting—strong that fights with frail;
Patriotism at auction, statesmanship for sale;
Civic avarice rampant—Yet (whate'er it means!)
Twenty million dollars, twenty million dollars, twenty million dollars
For the Philippines!
School, asylum and sick-house yet forlornly few;
Mercy in anguish pleading for the dole her due;
Throngs of ragged children lean from famine's irk;
Many a sturdy workman craving honest work;
Widow and orphan helpless, age from comfort shorn;
Dark disease rank-flowering where in filth 'twas born;
Plenty and want still battlers—Yet (whate'er it means!)
Twenty million dollars, twenty million dollars, twenty million dollars
For the Philippines!