And near, and nearer as they row’d,
Distinct the martial ditty flow’d.
XIX.
BOAT SONG.
Hail to the Chief who in triumph advances!
Honor’d and bless’d be the ever-green Pine!
Long may the tree, in his banner that glances,
Flourish, the shelter and grace of our line!
Heaven send it happy dew,
Earth lend it sap anew,