Burns in a bright and hallowed flame,
Who breathe it but forth in devotional sigh—
Who know but to love her, and have her, or die!
And now her pure white flag unfurled
Is waving o’er a western world.
And to that new-found world across the waves,
In yon proud ship the gathering storm that braves,
His onward course is steered. Yes! to that shore
Beyond the Atlantic’s wide resounding roar
His countryman[[16]] first traversed, and a name