Her once war-wasted arm,
Put forth to shield a sister land from harm,
Ere the last blood on her own blade had dried,
Shall still be stretched to succor and to guide,
Beyond our borers, answering each need,
With counsel and with deed ---
Along our Easter and our Western wave,
Still strong to smite, still beautiful to save.
-- American poet, Bayard Taylor
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