Where the wings of a sunny Dome expand
I saw a Banner in gladsome air--
Starry, like Berenice’s Hair--
Afloat in broadened bravery there;
With undulating long-drawn flow,
As rolled Brazilian billows go
Voluminously o’er the Line.
The Land reposed in peace below;
The children in their glee
Were folded to the exulting heart
Of young Maternity.