Here you will find the Poem Our President of poet Katharine Lee Bates
GOD help him! Ay, and let us help him, too, Help him with our one hundred million minds Molded to loyalty, so that he finds The faith of the Republic pulsing through All clashes of opinion, faith still true To its divine young vision of mankind's Freedom and brotherhood. May all the winds, North, south, east, west, waft him our honor due! For he is one who, when the tempest breaks In shattering fury, wild with thunder-jars And javelins of lightning that transform All the familiar scene to horror, makes A hush about him in the heart of storm, Remembering the quiet of the stars.
