Blazon the conscience sacred—ever free;
Here shall she breast the coming storms of fate
And ride triumphant o’er the raging sea,
Her well-cast Anchor here, her lasting Hope in Thee!
XLVIII.
“Here, thy assurance gives our wanderings rest,
And shows where all our future toils must be;
Lord! be our labors by thy mercies blest,
And send their fruits to far posterity;
Let our example still the Conscience free,