1:22:02
Then boomed the pinta's signal gun,
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the first that ever broke,
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the sleep of that new world,
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the sound echoing to
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forest depths profound, a continent awoke.
1:22:15
I see a train of exiles stand
amid the desert desolate,
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and the fathers of massachusetts land,
1:22:21
the daring pioneers of fate
who braved the perils of sea and earth...
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you've taken our rivers and mountains
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and the plains where we loved to roam.
1:22:29
Banish us not to the mountains,
1:22:31
and the lonely wastes for home,
1:22:33
our clans that were strongest
and bravest are broken
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and powerless through you.
1:22:39
Let us join the great tribe of white men
1:22:40
as brothers to dare and to do.
1:22:46
And still the ways of peace we would follow,
1:22:49
sow the seed and the sheaves gather in.
1:22:53
Share your labor, your
learning, your worship,
1:22:56
a life larger, better, to win,
1:22:59
then foeman no longer nor aliens,
1:23:02
but brothers indeed we will be.
1:23:04
And the sun find no citizens truer,
1:23:07
as he rolls to the uttermost sea.
1:23:35
You disappoint me, mr. Wheeler.
1:23:38
Comes from my trying to
please people too much.
1:23:42
But a man's gotta stand for something,
1:23:45
or he doesn't count for much.
1:23:46
And what do you stand for, mr. Wheeler?
1:23:50
Do you even know yourself?
1:23:52
I do... now, sir.
1:23:57
It's time for me to go home...