By the great central orb they would all be brought back,
And held, each in her place, by a wholesome coercion.
Should one daughter of light be indulged in her flight,
They would all be engulfed by old Chaos and Night;
So must none of our sisters be suffered to run,
For, “E Pluribus Unum”—we all go if one.
Let the demon of discord our melody mar,
Or Treason’s red hand rend our Union asunder,
Break one string from our harp, or extinguish one star,
The whole system’s ablaze with its lightning and thunder.