Where now she blends her heart and harp to sing
A ceaseless song of praise to her Eternal King.
But oft the eye which scans yon ruin old,
Where Jamestown erst in simple grandeur rose,
Shall fill with tears—as there it doth behold—
For it will speak to him of heroes' woes,
Felt erewhile whence this river gently flows,—
And sprang this famous, Hero-bearing State;—
And while with pride his patriot bosom glows,
His heart her gentle history will relate,