To show a record of more wealth and power,
Even where the farthest isles became her dower.
And yon dusk hill[D], amid the moon's pale light,
In nation's eyes, shall soar a prouder height—
Till from each shore where man has learned to dwell—
The eyes shall strain, and feel the mighty spell—
For there repose the bones of Washington—
Upon that hill—earth's noblest, earthly one.
But this Columbia's fairest praise shall be,
Her Sons shall kneel beneath their chosen tree—