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Chapter 12: God Bless Our Native Land.

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The collection gathers short lyric and occasional poems that move between intimate domestic remembrance, devotional reflection, and pointed social commentary. Several lyrics cherish maternal memory and nature; others draw on faith and small objects to consider human place in the cosmos. Public-spirited pieces address interracial fellowship, educational uplift, and the call for justice and peace, while satirical and moral poems critique gendered double standards and social hypocrisy. Overall the poems balance tenderness and moral urgency, blending personal feeling with reformist conviction.

God Bless Our Native Land.

God bless our native land,
Land of the newly free,
Oh may she ever stand
For truth and liberty.

God bless our native land,
Where sleep our kindred dead,
Let peace at thy command
Above their graves be shed.

God help our native land,
Bring surcease to her strife,
And shower from thy hand
A more abundant life.

God bless our native land,
Her homes and children bless,
Oh may she ever stand
For truth and righteousness.