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O, swift and strong and terrible,
 Go forth to guard our cherished shore
Till all thy fated days are full
 And War's hoarse call is heard no more!
Go forth, O warder of the free,
And peerless may thy vigil be,
Till cape and bay and cliff and crag
Flash with the glory of the flag
Triumphant yet on land and sea!
And O, guard well the gleaming strand
Of this, our fair Arcadian land,
 Won in the storms of years gone by,
With drain of heart and wound of hand,
 When man could dare, and do, and die!

Be worthy of the mystic name
 These matchless vales and mountains bear;
That in the tents of sunset Fame
 May twine a wreath for thee to wear.
And when thy flag shall kiss the breeze
Of these, our blue northwestern seas,
Lo, white and strange and soaring high
In the vast temples of the sky,
The peaks our lisping children know
A welcoming to thee will glow!

Helen's to Hood will pass the sign,
And Jefferson, with brow benign,
 Will signal to the Sisters Three
That the long watch was not in vain;