Told our New England what her sons should do,
And if they swerve from loyalty and right,
Then the whole land is lost indeed in night.
III
BY DR. OL-V-R W-ND-L H-LMES
A diagnosis of our hist’ry proves
Our native land a land its native loves;
Its birth a deed obstetric without peer,
Its growth a source of wonder far and near.
To love it more behold how foreign shores
Sink into nothingness beside its stores;