And Jonathan, beloved more than all.
God grant such sons, begot of our young men,
To make each generation glad again.
Let sons of Saul be springing up again:
Out of the eater, fire and power again.
From the lost lion, honey for all men.
I hear the sacred Rocky Mountains call,
I hear the Mississippi Jordan call:
“Stand up, America, and praise them all,
Living and dead, the fine young sons of Saul!”