As she stood in her loveliness there at the shrine;
And angels smiled down from their home in the skies,
And the bowed ones of earth wiped the tears from their eyes,
And the spirits of patriots rejoiced to behold
The dream of their labors so brightly unfold.
A Union! A Union! that nothing shall sever!
Free Labor and Liberty wedded forever!
The priest at his labors, by word and by deed,
In active benevolence none could exceed;
In season and out, at all times of the year,