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ESTWARD, brave seaman, sail,

Pressed on by every gale;

God is thy guide!

Westward, and nothing fear;

Westward, thy pathway steer,

Till some new land appear

Beyond the tide.

Day and night went and came;

Led by God's pillared flame,

All sails unfurled,

The seaman trod the deck,

Fearless of storm or wreck,

When rose a distant speck,-

Lo the new world!

What found he on these shores?

Fair isles and golden stores, -

Riches unknown;

But, fairer still, to be

A land of liberty,

Reaching from sea to sea,

Freedom's high throne.