Her virile wealth of sun and soil and ore,
Her new-born Freedom’s force—far nobler store.
With sectional lines and warring feuds effaced,
Their racial problems solved—their blots erased—
Full in that vision circumfused shall rise
A symbol that his life-rays crystallize,
For all our state-loves lit in him to stand—
For bonds that Georgia’s Genius lent to all our land.
Henry O’Meara.