Turn, O Libertad.
Part of the cluster MARCHES NOW THE WAR IS OVER.
TURN, O LIBERTAD.
TURN, O Libertad, for the war is over, (From it and all henceforth expanding, doubting nomore, resolute, sweeping the world,) Turn from lands retrospective, recording proofs of the
past; From the singers that sing the trailing glories of the
past; From the chants of the feudal world—the triumphs of
kings, slavery, caste; Turn to the world, the triumphs reserv'd and to come—
give up that backward world; Leave to the singers of hitherto—give them the trailing
past; But what remains, remains for singers for you—wars
to come are for you; (Lo! how the wars of the past have duly inured to you
—and the wars of the present also inure:) —Then turn, and be not alarm'd, O Libertad—turn
your undying face, To where the future, greater than all the past, Is swiftly, surely preparing for you.
Part of the cluster MARCHES NOW THE WAR IS OVER.