Thee the giant god of song and battle hailed as god and
⁠giant,
⁠Yet not his but ours the land is whence thy praise
⁠should ring and rain;
Rain as rapture shed from song, and ring as trumpets
⁠blown for battle,
⁠Sound and sing before thee, loud and glad as leaps
⁠and sinks the sea:
Yea, the sea's white steeds are curbed and spurred of
⁠thee, and pent as cattle,
⁠Yet they laugh with love and pride to live, subdued
⁠not save of thee.
Ears that hear thee hear in heaven the sound of
⁠widening wings gigantic,
⁠Eyes that see the cloud-lift westward see thy
⁠darkening brows divine;
Wings whose measure is the limit of the limitless
⁠Atlantic,
⁠Brows that bend, and bid the sovereign sea submit
⁠her soul to thine.