next to of course god america i... (III) - Poem by e. e. cummings

'next to of course god america i

love you land of the pilgrims' and so forth oh

say can you see by the dawn's early my

country tis of centuries come and go

and are no more what of it we should worry

in every language even deafanddumb

thy sons acclaim your glorious name by gorry

by jingo by gee by gosh by gum

why talk of beauty what could be more beaut-

iful than these heroic happy dead

who rushed like lions to the roaring slaughter

they did not stop to think they died instead

then shall the voice of liberty be mute?'

He spoke. And drank rapidly a glass of water