Classic Poem

As down a lone valley with cedars o'erspread
From war's dread confusion I pensively strayed,
The gloom from the face of fair heaven retired
The winds hushed their murmurs, the thunders expired;
Perfumes as of Eden flowed sweetly along
A voice as of angels, enchantingly sung,
A voice as of angels enchantingly sung,
Columbia, Columbia, to glory arise,
The queen of the world and the child of the skies.

Fair science her gate to thy sons shall unbar,
And the east see thy morn hide the beams of her star.
New bards and new sages unrivalled shall soar
To fame unextinguished, when time is no more
To the last refuge of virtue designed,
Shall fly from all nations, the best of mankind,
Shall fly from all nations, the best of mankind,
To Jesus, the author of nations, will sing,
There grateful to heaven, with trasport shall bring.