On the rapidly advancing columns of a mighty crowd;
As their leaders cheer them on we hear them shouting long and loud.
That, as ours was, so their race is; that their course our track defaces;
That they crave our hard-won places; thrills us like a sudden flame;
And the high celestial chorus once again descending o'er us,
As of old it would implore us, sings, to urge them on, the same
Strain of "Hasten, favoured mortals! Hasten to the House of Fame!"
NEW AMERICAN MOVEMENT.
