The path which leads to world democracy
Is overgrown with weeds because untrod
Save by a few great souls, who reverently,
Upon their knees, sought out and found their God.
The path was marked, its pattern plainly seen
When Washington met God at Valley Forge.
Again it led to fruited valleys, green
With peace, when Lincoln bridged the yawning gorge--
Connected earth with Heaven's power and might.
He heard his Pilot's voice. The ship of State
Was anchored safely; God's revealing Light
Guides surely when the helmsman's course is straight.
O erring man, again bridge the abyss,
Then build democracy's Acropolis!
