Poems (Proctor)/Our Country! whose eagle exults as he flies
Our Country! whose eagle exults as he fliesIn the splendor of noonday, broad-breasting the skies,That from ocean to ocean the Land overblownBy the winds and the shadows is Liberty's own,—We hail thee, we crown thee! To east and to westGod keep thee the purest, the noblest, the best;While all thy domain with a people He fillsAs free as thy winds and as firm as thy hills!