Webster

Let blooming boys, from stagnant cloisters freed,
Sneer at old virtues and the patriot's creed;
Forget the lessons taught at Valour's side,
And all their country's honest fame deride.
All are not such: some glowing blood remains
To warm the icy current of our veins —
Some from the watch-towers still descry afar
The faintest glimmer of an adverse star.
When faction storms, when meaner statesmen quail,
Full high advanced, our eagle meets the gale!
On some great point where Honour takes her stand,
The Ehrenbreitstein of our native land —
See, in the front, to strike for Freedom's cause,
The mail'd defender of her rights and laws!
On his great arm behold a nation lean,
And parcel empire with the island queen;
Great in the council, peerless in debate,
Who follows Webster takes the field too late.
Go track the globe, its changing climes explore,
From crippled Europe to the Arab's shore;
See Albion's lion guard her stormy seas,
See Gallia's lilies float on every breeze,
Roam through the world, but find no brighter names
Than those true honour for Columbia claims.