Was shrouded with curtains of spray,
That rose as the incense of morning,
From valleys resplendent with dew,
To deck the broad ocean of distance
In tints of the White, Red and Blue.
And far in the blue dome of heaven,
Were stars with a soft, holy ray,
That have shone in an unbroken union
While ages have mouldered away;
And Freedom, when journeying hither,