Tom Tomorrow:America: The Land of Hope in the Age of Anxiety
America: The Land of Hope in the Age of Anxiety
by Tom Tomorrow

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America: The Land of Hope in the Age of Anxiety
by Tom Tomorrow

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Recommended musical insight:
None other than that traditional hymn of British-stylee apologia for colonialism, "Land of Hope and Glory," traditionally sung to the melody of Elgar's Pomp and Circumstance March #1 (hat tip to Wikipedia for the lyrics):
Dear Land of Hope, thy hope is crowned.
God make thee mightier yet!
On Sov'reign brows, beloved, renowned,
Once more thy crown is set.
Thine equal laws, by Freedom gained,
Have ruled thee well and long;
By Freedom gained, by Truth maintained,
Thine Empire shall be strong.
Land of Hope and Glory,
Mother of the Free,
How shall we extol thee,
Who are born of thee?
Wider still and wider
Shall thy bounds be set;
God, who made thee mighty,
Make thee mightier yet
God, who made thee mighty,
Make thee mightier yet.
Thy fame is ancient as the days,
As Ocean large and wide
A pride that dares, and heeds not praise,
A stern and silent pride
Not that false joy that dreams content
With what our sires have won;
The blood a hero sire hath spent
Still nerves a hero son.
Posted by: IludiumPhosdex | April 22, 2008 at 12:47 PM