With hearts to dare whate'er befall—

Tall goddesses and queens of grace—

Fill up thy frontiers: man the gate

Before too late.

Sit thou no more inert of fame,

But let the wide world hear thy name.

See where thy realms spread line on line—

Thy empty realms that cry in shame

For hands to make them doubly thine!

Fill up thy frontiers: man the gate