Here you will find the Poem America In 1804 of poet Edgar Lee Masters
(America Conquers Europe.) Foul shapes that hate the day, again grown bold, Late driven hence, infested fane and court. The laurels of our victory were amort. Vile King-craft with his breed of blood and gold Took heart to see the ancient wrongs infold Our life, and childish figments which disport I'that pale light whose essence mayn't support Realities, in Freedom's hall to hold Sick carnival did troop. But at the height Of that debauch, while yet could be erased The smut and spittle from the sacred chart, Written in blood --a man whose soul gave light Intolerable to kings, their power abased, As he subdued the empire of the heart.
