In the wise providence of God, and years
Will not efface the deep, strong memory,
Though we may wander from the rightful way
We never shall forget the well taught way,
And conscience, like a trusty friend, will point
To the abode of peace and lead us there.
Land of our birth! our own America!
May thy fair sons, as plants of goodly growth,
Arise; and as the polished corner-stones,
Thy lovely daughters be thy pride and boast.