Yet cheers the bent grass with its shower That, in its trampled pathway leaves, The uptorn roots to bud anew, And where the past o'er ruin grieves, Bids fresher beauty spring to view: The storman emblem of my name, Shall keep my memory in the skies Its flash-wreathed wing, a flag of flame, Shall spread my glory as it flies.

For, through their unpolluted air Soars fresher up the grateful prayer From freemen, unto God; A blessing on those mountains old!

Yet cheers the bent grass with its shower That, in its trampled pathway leaves, The uptorn roots to bud anew, And where the past o'er ruin grieves, Bids fresher beauty spring to view: The storman emblem of my name, Shall keep my memory in the skies Its flash-wreathed wing, a flag of flame, Shall spread my glory as it flies.