Robert Bridges (critic)

"Huge and alert, irascible yet strong, We make our fitful way 'mid right and wrong. One time we pour out millions to be free, Then rashly sweep an empire from the sea! One time we strike the shackles from the slaves, And then, quiescent, we are ruled by knaves. Often we rudely break restraining bars, And confidently reach out toward the stars."

"This is the Land we love, our heritage, Strange mixture of the gross and fine, yet sage And full of promise,—destined to be great. Drink to Our Native Land! God Bless the State!"