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𝕯𝖝𝕯 𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖜 . Alonso
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Upon the mount of history he stands,
A titan forged by duty’s strong embrace,
With steady heart and ever-mighty hands,
He shaped the land with courage, truth, and grace.
When shadows lurked and tempests filled the sky,
His thundered voice did call the storm to heel,
No tyrant’s will nor folly passed him by,
For he was forged of iron and of steel.
He spurred the steed of progress o’er the plain,
And bade the weary rise with lifted gaze,
He broke the gilded shackles of disdain,
And set the flame of freedom’s holy blaze.
With dauntless stride he tamed the roaring deep,
And carved his name on battle’s hallowed ground,
A guardian strong where weaker spirits weep,
He rose unbowed when darkness gathered round.
No gilded throne nor idle praise he sought,
But raised his hand where suffering held its sway,
A shield for those whose liberty was bought,
With toil and tears beneath the light of day.
Oh, Columbia! Let thy banners rise,
For he hath wrought with justice at thy side,
His echo lives where noble eagles fly,
And in thy breast his memory shall abide.
Not all are kings, yet some are born to reign,
Not crowned with gold but with the people’s trust,
A sovereign heart that knew no selfish gain,
But shaped the earth to render it more just.
So let the ages sing his mighty name,
A Roosevelt, undaunted and supreme!
His deeds shall rise, eternal as the flame,
A beacon bright upon time’s ceaseless stream.
Written in the grace of Lord Byron
A titan forged by duty’s strong embrace,
With steady heart and ever-mighty hands,
He shaped the land with courage, truth, and grace.
When shadows lurked and tempests filled the sky,
His thundered voice did call the storm to heel,
No tyrant’s will nor folly passed him by,
For he was forged of iron and of steel.
He spurred the steed of progress o’er the plain,
And bade the weary rise with lifted gaze,
He broke the gilded shackles of disdain,
And set the flame of freedom’s holy blaze.
With dauntless stride he tamed the roaring deep,
And carved his name on battle’s hallowed ground,
A guardian strong where weaker spirits weep,
He rose unbowed when darkness gathered round.
No gilded throne nor idle praise he sought,
But raised his hand where suffering held its sway,
A shield for those whose liberty was bought,
With toil and tears beneath the light of day.
Oh, Columbia! Let thy banners rise,
For he hath wrought with justice at thy side,
His echo lives where noble eagles fly,
And in thy breast his memory shall abide.
Not all are kings, yet some are born to reign,
Not crowned with gold but with the people’s trust,
A sovereign heart that knew no selfish gain,
But shaped the earth to render it more just.
So let the ages sing his mighty name,
A Roosevelt, undaunted and supreme!
His deeds shall rise, eternal as the flame,
A beacon bright upon time’s ceaseless stream.
Written in the grace of Lord Byron
