Chapter I

Not to the Pagan's mount I turn,
For inspiration now;
Olympus and its gods I spurn--
Pure One, be with me, Thou!
Thou, in whose awful name,
From suffering and from shame,
Our Fathers fled, and braved a pathless sea;
Thou, in whose holy fear,
They fixed an empire here,
And gave it to their Children and to Thee.