[p10]
Where oar hath never dipped, where human tongue
Hath never through the woods of ages rung,
There, where the eagle’s scream and wild wolf’s cry
Keep ceaseless day and night through earth and sky,
Even there, in after time, as toil and taste
Go forth in gladness to redeem the waste,
Even there shall rise, as grateful myriads throng,
Faith’s holy prayer and freedom’s joyful song;
There shall the flame that flashed from yonder Rock,
Light up the land, till nature’s final shock.