A Blessed Independence Day, America!
In final stanza of Longfellow's long poem, “The Building of the Ship,” we find out this page was long poem is not about building a ship but about building a nation. These words ring just as true as they did nearly 200 years ago when Longfellow first penned them
Many are cynical and discouraged about the future of America. I used to be, though I am not now. But we must no longer be complacent. I have realized that what our Founding Fathers struggled to establish, we must similarly struggle to maintain. Entropy, entitlement, historical amnesia, and indifference threaten our blessed inheritance as much as Socialism, division, and foreign threats. Ours is the time to re-learn from books and put into practice through political involvement before we have to re-learn from suffering and put into practice through arms.
Read Longfellow's words, then read them again, then re-read the Declaration, and have a blessed Independence Day, America!
Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O Union, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate! We know what Master laid thy keel, What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope! Fear not each sudden sound and shock, 'T is of the wave and not the rock; 'T is but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore, Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee, Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears, Our faith triumphant o'er our fears, Are all with thee, — are all with thee!
