Democracy's Acropolis

The path which leads to world democracy

Is overgrown with weeds because untrod

Save by a few great souls, who reverently,

Upon their knees, sought out and found their God.

The path was marked, its pattern plainly seen

When Washington met God at Valley Forge.

Again it led to fruited valleys, green

With peace, when Lincoln bridged the yawning gorge--

Connected earth with Heaven's power and might.

He heard his Pilot's voice. The ship of State

Was anchored safely; God's revealing Light

Guides surely when the helmsman's course is straight.

O erring man, again bridge the abyss,

Then build democracy's Acropolis!

The American Bard

Above poems [this and "Spirit of Democracy Speaks"] tied for 3rd place in World Peace and Unity Contest