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| O GLORY of an elder age! | |
| O wonder of times later days! | |
| Foremost for aye as priest and sage, | |
| Neer absent from broad historys ways, | |
| Let us not fail on thee to place | 5 |
| Some share of our Columbian crown, | |
| For one of all thy favored race | |
| Sailed with that fleet from Palos town. | |
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| Prophetic dreams of worlds behind | |
| The secret of the sundown seas, | 10 |
| Slept deep in science heart-confined | |
| From Maneth on to Genoese. | |
| Well said Isaiah, seer sublime, | |
| Surely the isles shall wait for thee, | |
| And ships of Tarshish bide the time | 15 |
| When Hebrews face the western sea. | |
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| The gates of unknown worlds were sealed | |
| While progress waits the Jewish hand, | |
| And Davids earth possessing shield, | |
| To lead her to the Promised Land. | 20 |
| Herculean Pillars vainly rear | |
| Their frowning ne-plus-ultra bound | |
| In paths where fiery pillars steer | |
| The conquest of the planet round. | |
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| Spain drove thee forth from mart and school, | 25 |
| Princes of commerce, thought, and verse, | |
| Thine angel led to broader rule | |
| In lands which laugh at Europes curse. | |
| We hear Jahs voice through all thy course, | |
| More yet beyond, for thou art mine, | 30 |
| And with thee dwells the secret force | |
| That makes the march of man divine. | |
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| For thou art HebrewAbrams seed | |
| The child of him God called His friend, | |
| And son of Whom the nations read, | 35 |
| Thy kingdom hath not bound nor end. | |
| Yes, Hebrew, man from realms beyond, | |
| Upreared to lead hopes splendid quest, | |
| Instinct with powers by ages crowned, | |
| Restless, thou guidest man to rest. | 40 |
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| So Israels world-wide moving sons, | |
| We hail you at each opening gate, | |
| Through which your flaming promise runs, | |
| While Jacobs star leads on our fate. | |
| And more than admiral or crew, | 45 |
| Whose memory nations now adorn, | |
| We hail that nameless sailor Jew | |
| As herald of the New Worlds morn. | |
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