He Looks The Whole World

Build Today, Then Strong And Sure, With A Firm And Ample Base; And Ascending And Secure. Shall Tomorrow Find Its Place.

Thinking The Deed, And Not The Creed, Would Help Us In Our Utmost Need.

Sail On, O Ship Of State! Sail On, O Union, Strong And Great.

The Smoking Flax Before It Burst To Flame Was Quenched By Death, And Broken The Bruised Reed.

Where, Twisted Round The Barren Oak, The Summer Vine In Beauty Clung, And Summer Winds The Stillness Broke, The Crystal Icicle Is Hung.