VII.

Cried, “O Earth,

Pæans sing for a Nation’s birth!

Shout hosannas, ye golden stars,

Peering through yonder cloudy bars!

Burn, O Sun, with a clearer beam!

Shine, O Moon, with a softer gleam!

Join, ye winds, in the choral strain!

Swell, rolling seas, the glad refrain,

While the Earth

Pæans sings for a Nation’s birth!”

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