But hold—don’t I forget my manners? To introduce the stranger, (what else indeed do I live to chant for?) to thee Columbia; In liberty’s name welcome immortal! clasp hands, And ever henceforth sisters dear be both.
Fear not O Muse! truly new ways and days receive, surround you, I candidly confess a queer, queer race, of novel fashion,
And yet the same old human race, the same within, without,
- Faces and hearts the same,
- feelings the same,
- yearnings the same,
- The same old love, beauty and use the same.