Singing the peans of the noble free;
Our Liberty has just awaked from slumber,
To carry out the world's great destiny.
O mighty nation! all thy early glory
Shall be as nothing to the great renown
Which in the future ages shall come o'er thee,
For thine is Liberty's immortal crown.
Heed not the jealousies forever thronging,—
The petty envyings which gird thee round;
'Tis thine to carry out the world's great longing,