FORESEEN in the vision of sages, br Foretold when martyrs bled, br She was born of the longing of ages, br By the truth of the noble dead br And the faith of the living fed! br No blood in her lightest veins br Frets at remembered chains, br Nor shame of bondage has bowed her head. br In her form and features still br The unblenching Puritan will, br Cavalier honor, Huguenot grace, br The Quaker truth and sweetness, br And the strength of the danger-girdled race br Of Holland, blend in a proud completeness. br From the homes of all, where her being began, br She took what she gave to Man; br Justice, that knew no station, br Belief, as soul decreed, br Free air for aspiration, br Free force for independent deed! br She takes, but to give again, br As the sea returns the rivers in rain; br And gathers the chosen of her seed br From the hunted of every crown and creed. br Her Germany dwells by a gentler Rhine; br Her Ireland sees the old sunburst shine; br Her France pursues some dream divine; br Her Norway keeps his mountain pine; br Her Italy waits by the western brine; br And, broad-based under all, br Is planted England’s oaken-hearted mood, br As rich in fortitude br As e’er went worldward from the island-wall! br Fused in her candid light, br To one strong race all races here unite; br Tongues melt in hers, hereditary foemen br Forget their sword and slogan, kith and clan.