Unmanifest Destiny

TO what new fates, my country, far

And unforeseen of foe or friend,

Beneath what unexpected star

Compelled to what unchosen end.

Across the sea that knows no beach,

The Admiral of Nations guides

Thy blind obedient keels to reach

The harbor where thy future rides!

The guns that spoke at Lexington

Knew not that God was planning then

The trumpet word of Jefferson

To bugle forth the rights of men.

To them that wept and cursed Bull Run,

What was it but despair and shame?

Who saw behind the cloud the sun?

Who knew that God was in the flame?

Had not defeat upon defeat,

Disaster on disaster come,

The slave’s emancipated feet

Had never marched behind the drum.

There is a Hand that bends our deeds

To mightier issues than we planned;

Each son that triumphs, each that bleeds,

My country, serves It’s dark command.

I do not know beneath what sky

Nor on what seas shall be thy fate;

I only know it shall he high,

I only know it shall be great.