At early morning, heat of noon,
Or the chill evening twilight. Thou,
Whom the rich heavens did so endow
With eyes of power and Jove’s own brow,
With all the massive strength that fills
Thy home-horizon’s granite hills,
With rarest gifts of heart and head
From manliest stock inherited,
New England’s stateliest type of man,
In port and speech Olympian;