Softly they murmur, the palm and the pine,
“Hushed is our strife, in the land of the free;”
Over your children their branches entwine,
Thrones of the continents! isles of the sea!
LIBERTY’S LATEST DAUGHTER
BY BAYARD TAYLOR
(Third Canto.)
Foreseen in the vision of sages,
Foretold when martyrs bled,