She lifts her forehead to the battling storm,

As proud, as fair as thou.

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Like thee, she opens wide her snowy arms,

And folds the Nations on her mother-breast.

The brawny Sons of Earth have made their home

Where her wide Ocean casts its ceaseless foam,

Where lifts her white Sierras' orient peak

The wild exultant love of all that makes

The nobler life; the energy that shakes the Earth