“Her lakes are oceans, every stream a bay,   Wide through her frame its branching artery throws:Her mountains kiss the moon: her sapient sway   A beauteous belt hath wrought, whose ties encloseTribes without end, realm after realm embracedIn Freedom's opening arms, the savage and the waste.”

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