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