Page:Felicia Hemans in The Christian Examiner 1827.pdf/3



Yes! rear thy guardian Hero's form, On thy proud soil, thou Western World! A watcher through each sign of storm, O'er Freedom's flag unfurled.

There, as before a shrine to bow, Bid thy true sons their children lead; —The language of that noble brow For all things good shall plead.

The spirit reared in patriot fight, The virtue born of home and hearth, There calmly throned, a holy light Shall pour o'er chainless earth.

And let that work of England's hand, Sent through the blast and surges' roar, So girt with tranquil glory, stand For ages on thy shore!

Such through all time the greetings be, That with the Atlantic billows sweep! Telling the mighty and the free Of brothers o'er the deep!