There—mighty Oregon—amid the West—

Rolls wealth uncounted o'er his watery breast.

There—mightier Amazon—the King of Floods,

Sweeps grandly down from nevertraversed woods,

There—Lakes—supplied by endless hills of snow—

There—Mexico—the gulf of placid flow—

There—wide Atlantic—blue as Beauty's eyes—

There—far Pacific—vast as are the skies—

Each whitened by quick-passing, shifting sails,

Conspire to make me rich—till Carthage fails