A grateful loving heart carries with it, under every parallel of latitude, the warmth and light of the tropics. It plants its Eden in the wilderness and solitary place, and sows with flowers the gray desolation of rock and mosses.
Freedom's soil hath only place For a free and fearless race!
The saddest are these: 'It might have been!'
And step by step, since time began, I see the steady gain of man.
Somewhat of goodness, something trueFrom sun and spirit shining throughAll faiths, all worlds, as through the darkOf ocean shines the lighthouse spark,Attests the presence everywhereOf love and providential care.