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206 Great men in the Senate sate,

Sage and hero, side by side,

Building for their sons the State,

Which they shall rule with pride.

They forbore to break the chain

Which bound the dusky tribe,

Checked by the owners' fierce disdain,

Lured by 'Union' as the bribe.

Destiny sat by, and said,

Pang for pang your seed shall pay,

Hide in false peace your coward head,

I bring round the harvest day.'

II

all winged expands,

Nor perches in a narrow place;

Her broad van seeks unplanted lands;

She loves a poor and virtuous race.

Clinging to a colder zone

Whose dark sky sheds the snowflake down,

The snowflake is her banner's star,

Her stripes the boreal streamers are.

Long she loved the Northman well;

Now the iron age is done,

She will not refuse to dwell

With the offspring of the Sun;

Foundling of the desert far,

Where palms plume, siroccos blaze,