Chapter 21 THOU LAND OF THE GLAD HAND

Thou land of the Glad Hand, whose frequent boast

Is of the hordes to whom thou playest host!

Whose liberty is full! whose standard high

Has reached and taken stars from out the sky!

Whose fair-faced women tread the streets unveiled,

Unchallenged, unaffronted, unassailed!

Whose little ones in park and meadow laugh,

Nor know what