America In 1904

(Europe Conquers America.) Strong for the strong and in his own conceit; Half-boy, half-madman, playing with the fire; Usurper, hoodlum, wed to his desire; Loud in the hunt--afraid albeit to beat The wolves which reared him--always with swift feet, Booted and spurred to huddle in the mire The malcontents, though Freedom die--no higher Launching his truncheon; only to the street Thundering at millionaires; unlearned, though read, In human agony--surrendered up To glory, war--of empty pomp the chief-- Europa, thou hast conquered! with bowed head For Freedom slain (who prayed might pass the cup) We pray, in faith, thy triumph may be brief!