And the white-shining Light,—the blossoms of life;
Which makes us stand before our grave, and face to face with God.
Blessed are the men of the past who saw the Light, who had the faith!
It is a faith,—
The faith that through our democracy,
A government and a people sprung from American soil,
Many peoples, peoples sprung from the races of the world—
Through this democracy—
The high-held promises that sleep in man,
Infinite stretches of powers potential,