See how it soars! and leaves the darker plain—
So high—that none will soar, as that again—
Until the Monument that God will rear
On sin's dark grave—as Tyranny's is here.
Yes! view that Capitol;—its lofty dome
O'erlooks the clime thou lovest to call thy home.
Just, just the joy thou feelest—it o'er views,
The happiest land that quaffs the sun's bright hues.
But think thou not that, this, my chosen land
Has reached its borders—they shall yet expand—