Yon Western Hemisphere sublime,
Where unshorn forests frown,
The awful Andes’ cloud-wrapt brow,
The Indian hunter’s bow,
Bold streams untamed by helm or prow,
And rocks of gold and diamonds, thou
To thankless Spain shalt show.
Courage, World-finder! Thou hast need!
In Fates’ unfolding scroll,
Dark woes, and ingrate wrongs I read,