Classic Poem

Oh , glory-founded States!
Your Union firm-creates
An empire's power.
For those that seek your gates
A freedom-charter waits.
A world's new era dates
From that first hour.

Ore-wombed the mountains stand;
Gold glitters in the sand;
Stintless the soil;
Wealth cloys the lavish hand,
Lo! how the towers expand!
Throughout the sea-walled land
Success crowns toil.

Columbia! hail thy name!
Praise God the Pilgrims came
To found their State!
Sublime as rose their aim
Has grown their deathless fame;
Their virtues altar-flame
Has made us great.

Then must our sons enhance
The fair inheritance
That they shall find;
To wider views advance,
Enlighten ignorance,
Chasten all arrogance
And serve mankind.