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 Then with perennial laurel wreaths,
 * The matchless mind had wrought,

His ladened bark went drifting on
 * To find the “Kings of Thought;”

And though the stately vessel long
 * Hath left its earthly strand,

The helmsman’s voice re-echoes back
 * From out the Phantom Land.

Live, Patriot, live! while oceans chafe
 * Their adamantine bars—

While mailed Orion flames his plume
 * ’Mid bright-battalioned stars;

Live, Patriot, live! while glory thrills
 * The heart-strings of the free,

And Mississippi pours its grand
 * Libations to the sea!