For lo, upon the radiant main
The mailed patrol of liberty!
Here, at the mighty ocean gate,
Columbia, in his pride, will greet
The Boadicea of our fleet;
And from embattled heights the voice
Of cannon make the deep rejoice,
And festal sunshine gleam upon
The green, glad hills of Oregon,
Thine and our own deep-bosomed State.
The mailed patrol of liberty!
Here, at the mighty ocean gate,
Columbia, in his pride, will greet
The Boadicea of our fleet;
And from embattled heights the voice
Of cannon make the deep rejoice,
And festal sunshine gleam upon
The green, glad hills of Oregon,
Thine and our own deep-bosomed State.
