Oh! Land of the Harp and the Wreath and the Tomb!
The seal has been set! Immortality beams
Like a time-daring star o’er thy temples and streams;
And still as whole tribes from the weird future dart,
They shall kneel at thine altar, Oh! clime of the Heart!
More splendid art thou, with thy banners all furl’d
And thy brow in the dust, than the rest of the world,
For the MIGHTY—the Dead who have hallowed our earth,
In thee have their rest and from thee took their birth.
Oh! alas that we live—we the boastful who leap