Chapter LXXXIX

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And may new States arise, and stretch afar,
In glory, to the great Pacific shore--
A galaxy, without a falling star--
Freedom's own Mecca, where the world adore.
There may Art build--to Knowledge there be giv'n
The book of Nature and the light of Heav'n;
There be the Statesman's and the patriot's shrine,
And Oh! be happy there, the hearts that woo the Nine.