Musing, he sat in his stirrups and viewed the horizon,
Where the Aurora lapt stars in a North-polar manner,
Wildly he started,—for there in the heavens before him
Flutter’d and flam’d the original Star Spangled Banner.
II
BY J-HN GR—NL—F WH—T—R
My Native Land, thy Puritanic stock
Still finds its roots firm-bound in Plymouth Rock,
And all thy sons unite in one grand wish—
To keep the virtues of Preservèd Fish.
Preservèd Fish, the Deacon stern and true,