His light was on them! Freed by him,
A land redeemed I saw them tread!
I gazed on them with eyes tear-dim:
I blessed them, and I gave them bread.
“What man is this?” our ancients sought:
“This chief we know not can we trust?”
Thou gav'st them back, unbribed, unbought,
Their towers far off, their state august.
Thou gav'st to warriors proved of yore
Victory, by carnage undisgraced;