The land of all lands the best!

For the South is bright, and the East is gay,

But the sun shines last in the West,

The West!

The sun shines last in the West!

AFTERWORD

Out of the dusk of slow-accomplished Time,

Out of the shadows, out of the long past,

Lifting that past up on thy haughty rhyme,

Wakening those silenced voices, heard at last;