Mother America. From The Manhattan Day Ode To Chicago

Mightiest type of the human,
Praised be again and again,
Broad-breasted mother of woman;
Giant-limbed mother of men.
Mother majestic and splendid,
Mother of glories and joys,
By wisdom and power attended,
Jubilant mother of boys:
Mother most tender and holy,
Whose tears are as lovely as pearls;
Guardian of gentle and lowly,
Delicate mother of girls:
Mother of mountain and river,
Who looketh from foam to foam
Mother, the bountiful giver,
Beautiful mother of home:
Mother of sower and reaper,
Of crops and of fruitful soil,
Of manhood the builder and keeper,
Mother of glorified toil:
Mother of fruit and of flower,
Of the flocks and herds increase;
Mother of sunbeam and shower,
Plentiful mother of peace:
Mother of science far-reaching,
Of music that swells from thy heart,
Of beauty beyond the old teaching,
Mother of purified art:
Mother, whose bosom shall mingle
The red of all blood that flows,
Till lastly it runneth as single
And pure as the streams from snows.
Mother, the roseate ever,
Robed in the sunset's bars,
Mother of lofty endeavor,
Crowned with the diamond stars:
Mother, our love thy defender,
Mother, thy love our might;
Mother, thy glory our splendor,
Mother of freedom and light:
Mother America!