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Thy silent voice, firm speaking,
 Swung wide the ponderous doors,
That hid the sleeping nations
 On Oriental shores;
Pacific's "Island Empire"
 Unclosed her almond eyes,
And met the new effulgence
 With radiant, glad surprise;

While tawny-skinned Celestials,
 Behind their moldering wall,
Shook oft their poppied slumber
 And answered to thy call;
Old India, torpid, drunken
 With wine of elder years,
Revives to sing the music
 Thou'rt sounding in her ears;

Sweep on, O stately Priestess!
 Speed swift from main to main;
Not King nor Nation scorneth
 To swell thy splendid train;
The poor ones rise to bless thee,
 The lowly and the proud
Alike shall send before thee
 Their acclamations loud.