Thy blissful omens bid my spirit see
The boundless fields of rapture yet to be;
I watch the wheels of Nature’s mazy plan,
And learn the future by the past of man.
Come, bright Improvement! on the car of Time,
And rule the spacious world from clime to clime,
Thy handmaid arts shall every wild explore,
Trace every wave, and culture every shore.
On Erie’s banks, where tigers steal along,
And the dread Indian chaunts a dismal song,