America

Loosed as a gull from the East, which seems
To spring from the sun's disk scarlet gleaming!
Loosed as a gull from the East, which seems
To rise from the fleece of the early clouds!
Loosed as a gull from the East, swinging
The arched dome which bends celestial blue-
Its lips the rims of heaven-cometh she!
Born in a moment of exultation from
A purged soul who dropped its fetters,
Flinging the cry of victory forth!
Begot in the Union of Faith and Hope!