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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936).  Poetry: A Magazine of Verse.  1912–22.
The Black Hawk War of the Artists
By Vachel Lindsay
Written for Lorado Taft’s statue of Black Hawk at Oregon, Illinois.

HAWK of the Rocks,
Yours is our cause today.
Watching your foes
Here in our war array,
Young men we stand,        5
Wolves of the West at bay.
    Power, power for war
    Comes from these trees divine;
    Power from the boughs,
    Boughs where the dew-beads shine,        10
    Power from the cones
    Yea, from the breath of the pine!
Power to restore
All that the white hand mars.
See the dead east        15
Crushed with the iron cars—
Chimneys black
Blinding the sun and stars!
Hawk of the pines,
Hawk of the plain-winds fleet,        20
You shall be king
There in the iron street,
Factory and forge
Trodden beneath your feet.
There will proud trees        25
Grow as they grow by streams.
There will proud thoughts
Walk as in warrior dreams.
There will proud deeds
Bloom as when battle gleams!        30
Warriors of Art,
We will hold council there,
Hewing in stone
Things to the trapper fair,
Painting the gray        35
Veils that the spring moons wear.
This our revenge,
This one tremendous change:
Making new towns,
Lit with a star-fire strange,        40
Wild as the dawn
Gilding the bison-range.
All the young men
Chanting your cause that day,
Red-men, new-made        45
Out of the Saxon clay,
Strong and redeemed,
Bold in your war-array.
    Power, power for war
    Comes from these trees divine;        50
    Power from the boughs
    Boughs where the dew-beads shine;
    Power from the cones,
    Yea, from the breath of the pine!

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