•     all hail! thou noble land,
          Our Fathers’ native soil!
        Oh, stretch thy mighty hand,
          Gigantic grown by toil,
    O’er the vast Atlantic wave to our shore!
        For thou with magic might
        Canst reach to where the light
        Of Phœbus travels bright
            The world o’er!

        The Genius of our clime,...

  •       ALL hail; thou noble land,
            Our Fathers’ native soil!
          O, stretch thy mighty hand,
            Gigantic grown by toil,
    O’er the vast Atlantic wave to our shore!
          For thou with magic might
          Canst reach to where the light
          Of Phœbus travels bright
            The world o’er!

          The genius of our...