From where Penobscot's flood reflects
The morning's ruddy beams,
To lone Itaska lake that feeds
The infant King of Streams, —
Vast region! from whose ample midst
Niagara's anthem swells:
Here is the home of Liberty ,
And here her spirit dwells.

A voice is in each nameless brook,
Each river of our land;
Amidst the mountains, Titan piled,
That loom cloud-capt and grand;
The breeze that rolls the prairie wave,
This voiceful hymning tells:
Here is the home of Liberty ,
And here her spirit dwells.

Within the shieling on the hill,
The hamlet in the vale;
Within the mart whence commerce sets
The snowy, seaward sail;
Within our hearts, my countrymen,
A conscious feeling tells:
Here is the home of Liberty ,
And here her spirit dwells.