To be as Lincoln was!—
That all the land might fill its daily needs
Glorified by a human Cause!
Then were America a vast World-Torch
Flaming a faith across the dying Earth,
Proclaiming from the Atlantic’s rocky porch,
That a New World was struggling at the birth!
O living God, O Thou who living art,
And real, and near, draw, as at that babe’s birth,
Into our souls and sanctify our Earth—