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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.
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!
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.
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.
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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.
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.
October 21, 1892.
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