Songs from the Southern Seas and Other Poems

Delightful land, in wildness even benign,The glorious past is ours, the future thine!As in a cradled Hercules, we traceThe lines of empire in thine infant face.What nations in thy wide horizon's spanShall teem on tracts untrodden yet by man!What spacious cities with their spires shall gleamWhere now the panther laps a lonely stream,And all but brute or reptile life is dumb!Land of the free! thy kingdom is to come.