"The land of our adoption claims

Our highest powers,--our firmest trust--

May future ages blend our names

With hers, when we shall sleep in dust.

Land of our sons!--last-born of earth,

A mighty nation nurtures thee;

The first in moral power and worth,--

Long mayst thou boast her sovereignty!

Union is strength, while round the boughs

Of thine own lofty maple-tree;