As a mighty heart in a giant's breast,
With rhythmic beat,
Sends marching from head to feet
The crimson vigor of creative blood,
So in the bosom of the brawny West,
So in the stalwart breast of the Nation,
Throbs the Great Ordinance, — a heart,
A vital and organic part,
Propelling by its strong pulsation
The unremitting stream and flood
Of potent influences that give
Unto the Body Politic
Those elemental virtues quick
Whereby Republics live.