What is it that today we celebrate

With school recital, banquet and parade

Of our achievements, pageanting each trade?

The ousting of the English—train and trait—

And posting, then, sharp-eyed, eternal hate

To watch with Josuah's son above his head,

That night come not to help them re-invade,

However wide, we swing our ocean gate.

If not un-Englishing America in mind

And heart forever, vain the shrieks

Of Freedom, eagling back to dawn's first streaks.

Oh, yea, the sun stands, and the night afar

Holds Thrall, whose craft would swamp our noblest peaks

And leave but bubbling mud show where they are!