And what of thee, O Lincoln's Land? What gloom 
Is darkening above the Sunset Sea? 
Vowed Champion of Liberty, deplume 
Thy war-crest, bow thy knee, 
Before God answer thee.

What talk is thine of rebels? Didst thou turn, 
My very child, thy vaunted sword on me, 
To scoff to-day at patriot fires that burn 
In hearts unbound to thee, 
Flames of the Sunset Sea?