Hood's brow of prescience, wreathed with dreams,
The mist through which his grandeur gleams
In storm and calm, has brooded o'er
The hardy few that erstwhile came
And wrought in tears, and blood and flame,
That stripes might stream and stars might soar,
And lustrous shine thy chosen name.
The mist through which his grandeur gleams
In storm and calm, has brooded o'er
The hardy few that erstwhile came
And wrought in tears, and blood and flame,
That stripes might stream and stars might soar,
And lustrous shine thy chosen name.
Launched on the golden-gated bay,
Be thine a royal bridal day;
And with the waves' exultant kiss
Come dreams of olden Salamis,
When Greece was life's white morning star;—
Come, welcome to a scene like this,
The memories of Trafalgar,
And Erie's crash of thunder, telling
How Perry's warrior heart was swelling;—
Come, through the sombre dusk of years,
Decatur's drum-beat in Algiers,
Come, echoing from a frosting lip,
That whisper, "Don't give up the ship!"
Be thine a royal bridal day;
And with the waves' exultant kiss
Come dreams of olden Salamis,
When Greece was life's white morning star;—
Come, welcome to a scene like this,
The memories of Trafalgar,
And Erie's crash of thunder, telling
How Perry's warrior heart was swelling;—
Come, through the sombre dusk of years,
Decatur's drum-beat in Algiers,
Come, echoing from a frosting lip,
That whisper, "Don't give up the ship!"
To greet thy nuptials here behold,
While o'er enchanted streams and woods
October's misty splendor broods,
Our forests lit with lamps of gold,
And many a leafy mountain shrine,
Dashed with the red autumnal wine,
For thee a symbol and a sign
Of fates serene and trust untold.
While o'er enchanted streams and woods
October's misty splendor broods,
Our forests lit with lamps of gold,
And many a leafy mountain shrine,
Dashed with the red autumnal wine,
For thee a symbol and a sign
Of fates serene and trust untold.
