And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes.

Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out.

Hope allows us to bid farewell to fear.

There are no songs comparable to the songs of Zion, no orations equal to those of the prophets, and no politics like those which the Scriptures teach.

They also serve who only stand and wait.

Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks; methinks I see her as an eagle mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her undazzled eyes at the full midday beam.

Taste this, and be henceforth among the Gods thyself a Goddess.