Who, through rebellion’s stormy sea,
Can steer our bark to Liberty,
And, like the good and great of old,
Prize worth and virtue more than gold?
Are Whittier, Saxe, Bryant, unfit
For counsel, for that they have wit?
And Longfellow, the prince of all,
Why leave in Hiawatha’s hall,
Nor call him to the council board,
And profit by his precious hoard?