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! At this thy Golden Gate,

New travelled from those portals of the West,

Parting—I make my reverence! It were best

With backward looks to quit a Queen in state!

Land of all lands most fair, and free, and great,

Of countless kindred lips, wherefrom I heard

Sweet speech of Shakespeare—keep it consecrate

For noble uses! Land of Freedom's Bird,

Fearless and proud! so let him soar that, stirred

With generous joy, all lands may learn from thee

A larger life, and Europe, undeterred

By ancient dreads, dare also to be free

Body and Soul, seeing thine eagle gaze

Undazzled, upon Freedom's sun full-blaze.