At A Time Like This, Scorching Irony,

The Silver Trump Of Freedom Roused In My Soul Eternal Wakefulness.

...of Whom I Can Say With A Grateful Heart, 'i Was Hungry, And He Gave Me Meat; I Was Thirsty, And He Gave Me Drink; I Was A Stranger, And He Took Me In.'

If There Is No Struggle, There Is No Progress. Those Who Profess To Favor Freedom, And Yet Depreciate Agitation, Are Men Who Want Crops Without Plowing Up The Ground. They Want Rain Without Thunder And Lightning. They Want The Ocean Without The Awful Roar Of Its Many Waters. This Struggle May Be A Moral One; Or It May Be A Physical One; Or It May Be Both Moral And Physical; But It Must Be A Struggle.

Go Where You May, Search Where You Will, Roam Through All Of The Monarchies And Despotisms Of The Old World, Travel Through South America, Search Out Every Abuse, And When You Have Found The Last, Lay Your Facts By The Side Of The Everyday Practices Of This Nation, And You Will Say With Me That, For Revolting Barbarity And Shameless Hypocrisy, America Reigns Without A Rival.

If We Would Reach A Degree Of Civilization Higher And Grander Than Any Yet Attained, We Should Welcome To Our Ample Continent All The Nations, Kindreds, Tongues And Peoples, And As Fast As They Learn Our Language And Comprehend The Duties Of Citizenship, We Should Incorporate Them Into The American Body Politic. The Outspread Wings Of The American Eagle Are Broad Enough To Shelter All Who Are Likely To Come.