236 IN THE DAYS OF AUDUBON 



And like thee, rider of the cloud, 



She mounts the heavens, serene and proud, 



Great in a pure and noble fame, 



Great in her spotless champion's name, 



And destined in her day to be 



Mighty as Rome — more nobly free. 



My native land, my native land, 



To her my thoughts will fondly turn; 

 For her the warmest hopes expand, 



For her the heart with fears will yearn. 

 Oh, may she keep her eye, like thee, 



Proud eagle of the rocky wild, 

 Fixed on the sun of liberty, 



By rank, by faction, unbeguiled; 

 Remembering still the rugged road 

 Our venerable fathers trod, 

 When they through toil and danger pressed 

 To gain their glorious bequest, 

 And from each lip the caution fell 

 To those who followed, " Guard it well." 



THE END 



