America

Nor force nor fraud shall sunder us! O ye 
Who north or south, on east or western land, 
Native to noble sounds, say truth for truth, 
Freedom for freedom, love for love, and God 
For God; O ye who in eternal youth
Speak with a living and creative flood 
This universal English, and do stand 
Its breathing book; live worthy of that grand 
Heroic utterance—parted, yet a whole, 
Far yet unsever’d,—children brave and free 
Of the great Mother-tongue, and ye shall be 
Lords of an empire wide as Shakespeare’s soul, 
Sublime as Milton’s immemorial theme, 
And rich as Chaucer’s speech, and fair as Spenser’s dream.