Classic Poem

Great Western Land whose mighty breast
Between two oceans finds its rest,
Begirt with storm on either side,
And washed by strong Pacific tide;
The knowledge of thy wondrous birth
Gave balance to the rounded earth,
In sea of darkness thou didst stand
Now first in light, my Western Land.

In thee the olive and the vine
Unite with hemlock and with pine;
In purest white the Southern rose
Repeats the spotless Northern snows;
Around thy zone the belt of maize
Rejoices in the sun's hot rays,
And all that Nature could command
She heaped on thee, my Western Land.

My Western Land, whose touch makes free,
Advance to perfect liberty!
Till right shall make thy sovereign might
And every wrong be crushed from sight.
Behold thy day, thy time is here,
Thy people great, with naught to fear,
God hold thee in His strong right hand,
My well beloved Western Land.