Classic Poem

A TRIBUTE TO COLUMBUS

Westward , 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.

God of the sea and land,
We trace Thy mighty hand;
We own Thy power.
Here set Thy rightful throne;
Make the new world Thine own;
Rule its expanse, alone,
Forevermore.