The Land of Washington.

I glory in the sages

Who, in the days of yore,

In combat met the foemen,

And drove them from our shore.

Who flung our banner's starry field

In triumph to the breeze,

And spread broad maps of cities where

Once waved the forest-trees.

— Hurrah!—

I glory in the spirit

Which goaded them to rise

And found a might nation

Beneath the western skies.

No clime so bright and beautiful

As that where sets the sun;

No land so fertile, fair, and free,

As that of Washington

— Hurrah!—