And waken every lake and rill,
Have watched its standards proudly gain
Hill after hill.
To you the prize, but theirs the praise,
Coequal heirs in one wild Past,
Spent mid the circles of a maze,
Now ’scaped at last!
Is that a dream? Ah! Who shall say
Save One whose name we do but guess,
Whose office—so we humbly pray—