Nor years unnumbered nor the lapse of time!

Not all of him shall perish! for the bright

And deathless part shall spurn with foot sublime

The darkness of the grave—the dread and sunless clime!

He shall be sung to all posterity

With freshening praise, where in the morning’s glow

The farm-boy with his harnessed team shall be,

And where New England’s swifter rivers flow

And orange groves of Alabama blow—

Strong in humility, and great to lead