EX-PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES OF MEXICO

Open thy storm-dark doors, dear Northern Land,
Star-diademed, pale Priestess of the free,
Walled round by wind and water and that grey sea
Whose morning psalm salutes his Pilgrims' strand,
O thou to whom all great things thought and done
Are dear, all fights for Freedom lost or won,
Queen of the earth's free states,
Open to him thy gates,
This champion of the children of the Sun;
To him who with his king-destroying rod
Wiped the last king-curse from the southern sod
Bring the loud welcome which the freeman brings.
When his full harp is struck thro' all its strings
With music born of God.