DANIEL WEBSTER.
The grandeur of the mountainsIs in his deep tones heard;—Atlantic’s mighty fountainsInundate every word.Torrential thought and feelingIn tides of passion pour,—To patriot hearts appealing,As sea to storm-swept shore.Columbia’s star-crown’d daughtersOwn his majestic will;—Like voice of many waters,His name is potent still.In loftiest communionWith seer and sage of yore,For Liberty and UnionHe pleads for evermore!
The grandeur of the mountainsIs in his deep tones heard;—Atlantic’s mighty fountainsInundate every word.Torrential thought and feelingIn tides of passion pour,—To patriot hearts appealing,As sea to storm-swept shore.Columbia’s star-crown’d daughtersOwn his majestic will;—Like voice of many waters,His name is potent still.In loftiest communionWith seer and sage of yore,For Liberty and UnionHe pleads for evermore!
The grandeur of the mountainsIs in his deep tones heard;—Atlantic’s mighty fountainsInundate every word.
The grandeur of the mountains
Is in his deep tones heard;—
Atlantic’s mighty fountains
Inundate every word.
Torrential thought and feelingIn tides of passion pour,—To patriot hearts appealing,As sea to storm-swept shore.
Torrential thought and feeling
In tides of passion pour,—
To patriot hearts appealing,
As sea to storm-swept shore.
Columbia’s star-crown’d daughtersOwn his majestic will;—Like voice of many waters,His name is potent still.
Columbia’s star-crown’d daughters
Own his majestic will;—
Like voice of many waters,
His name is potent still.
In loftiest communionWith seer and sage of yore,For Liberty and UnionHe pleads for evermore!
In loftiest communion
With seer and sage of yore,
For Liberty and Union
He pleads for evermore!