Did he slumber—you dreamed?—lo! a single man's wronged there,
And the turbulent crowds raise a cry smites the welkin:
As one pulse beat the millions swift help to the wronged one,
And the wronger slinks back. Justice now hath a pleader.
Stem the steep waves of ocean when Boreas hath stirred them—
Quell the riotous billows when tempest doth lash them—
O the free waves of ocean, how resistless their forces!
O each man of the millions a light-crested fighter!
O the millions oceanic with souls linked together!
O the surging, triumphant, troth-plighting, united—