  The grandeur of the mountains Is in his deep tones heard;— Atlantic’s mighty fountains Inundate every word. Torrential thought and feeling In tides of passion pour,— To patriot hearts appealing, As sea to storm-swept shore. Columbia’s star-crown’d daughters Own his majestic will;— Like voice of many waters, His name is potent still. In loftiest communion With seer and sage of yore, For Liberty and Union He pleads for evermore!
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