What shocks! what half-shaped armies met!

A mighty nation moving west,

With all its steely sinews set

Against the living forests. Hear

The shouts, the shots of pioneer!

The rended forests, rolling wheels,

As if some half-check'd army reels,

Recoils, redoubles, comes again,

Loud sounding like a hurricane.

O bearded, stalwart, westmost men,