Ode For Lonely Immigrants Poem by L MILTON HANKINS

There is glorious hope of a future
For those who come to our shore
To partake of the broad expanse
Of promise we call "land that I love"
- America!
With open arms we welcome you
To our small towns and great cities
Settlers, share in the bounty of your
New home "this land is your land"
- America!
Native to this golden soil none were
Here from the beginning of creation
Our forefathers came with expectation
To make a nation "country ‘tis of Thee"
- America!
On that certain day when I must go
‘Tis your children and grandchildren
Who will lead on to greater heights
And sing "God shed his grace on thee"
- America!