'Tis not too late to build our young land right, 
Cleaner than Holland, courtlier than Japan, 
Devout like early Rome, with hearths like hers, 
Hearths that will recreate the breed called man.

Poet: Vachel Lindsay
Poem: To Reformers in Despair
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