Staid guardian of our northeast gate!
From lands where sunset is the dawn
The nations bring their gifts to thee
On double roads of ringing steel
And laden pathways of the sea.
Oh wake in pleasure-stifled ears
The challenge of unsorted spoil--
Give us a task, and guard our lips
From boasting in another's toil.
Across thy stream our fathers came
To find the knowledge born of men;
With thee they tracked the circling stars
And heard the songs of Rome again.
Thou gavest them the seeds of strength,
The glimpses of a world unwon--
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