Know you the soul of this deep exultation?
Know you the word that goes forth to this nation?
I am the breath of God. I am His Liberty.
Let there be light over all His creation.
Over this Continent, wholly united,
They that were foemen in Europe are plighted.
Here, in a league that our blindness and pride
Doubted and flouted and mocked and denied,
Dawns the Republic, the laughing, gigantic
Europe, united, beyond the Atlantic.