THE WHITE MAN

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

1887

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Wherever the white man's feet have trod
(Oh far does the white man stray)
A bold road rifles the virginal sod,
And the forest wakes out of its dream of God,
To yield him the right of way.
For this is the law: _By the power of thought_,
_For worse_, _or for better_, _are miracles wrought_.
Wherever the white man's pathway leads,
(Far, far has that pathway gone)
The Earth is littered with broken creeds-
And alway the dark man's tent recedes,
And the white man pushes on.
For this is the law: _Be it good or ill_,
_All things must yield to the stronger will_.
Wherever the white man's light is shed,
(Oh far has that light been thrown)
Though Nature has suffered and beauty bled,
Yet the goal of the race has been thrust ahead,
And the might of the race has grown.
For this is the law: _Be it cruel or kind_,
_The Universe sways to the power of mind_.
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