I say it appeals to our patriot sentiment,
And the Colonies are gathering round in calm content:
Is this a dream? Then waking would be pain.
Oh, do not wake me! Let me dream again!
The thought is striking, one to make man tower,
Of the Federation of Old England's power.
Our children grow up as time onward glides,
But though youth may pass away, home-love abides.
The Little-Englanders were wrong, somehow.
They said we must part; ah! but dare they say so now?