—“Now are we well resolved,
And by God’s help and yours,
Play the noble sinews of our power,

Ours being the West,
And The West being Ours,
We’ll bend it to our will
Or break it all to pieces.

Either there we’ll sit,
Ruling in large and ample finery
Over The West
and all her almost honored nations,

Or lay these, our bones,
In an unworthy urn, Tombless,
With no remembrance over them.

Either our history shall,
with full mouth
Speak freely of our acts,

Or else our grave,
Like imprisoned mute,
shall have a tongueless mouth,
Not worshipped with a waxen epitaph.”—

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