William Jewett Pabodie

"Our Country!—'tis a glorious land— With broad arms stretched from shore to shore;— The proud Pacific chafes her strand, She hears the dark Atlantic roar; And nurtured on her ample breast, How many a goodly prospect lies; In Nature's wildest grandeur drest, Enamelled with her loveliest dyes."

"Great God! we thank Thee for this home— This bounteous birth-land of the Free; Where wanderers from afar may come, And breathe the air of Liberty;— Still may her flowers untrampled spring, Her harvests wave, her cities rise; And yet till Time shall fold his wing, Remain earth's loveliest Paradise!"