In garlands, Laurels hang upon
Thermopylae and Marathon;
And on Philippi's fatal field,
The Cypress mourns thy broken shield.
On Runymede the blooming Rose,
On Bannockburn the Thistle grows;
And on the banks of Boyne its leaves
Green Erin's Shamrock wildly weaves;
Though prostrate now, brave Poland's Oak
To tyrants bent not till it broke;
In France, in sunny France we'll get
The Fleur-de-Lis and Violet,
From consecrated mound and vale
Of Huguenot and Liberal.
Old Bunker Hill and Yorktown's shore
Will yield green Bays till time's no more,
And Sea-Grass and the Corals grow
Below Atlantic Seas, below
The waves of Erie and Champlain,
In rostral trophies round the slain.
Tobacco's pungent leaves proclaim.
That Indians nought but death could tame,
Of martyr'd men a continent,
Stern Freedom's mighty monument.
The Cactus thrives in Mexico;
Colombia bears the Cacao;
Swart Hayti's stubborn isle supplies
Its Palm-tree towering towar'd the skies;
On sad Bengal's ensanguin'd plains,
The ancient Banyan yet remains;
In Italy and Hungary,
The Vine in air spread clusters free;
O'er all, uprears th' encrested Dove,
Her Olive, pledge of Peace and Love.
Aye, may the CHAPLET flourish bright,
Reflecting like the heavens thy light;
With glory, aye thy brow be bound,
With glory, aye thy head be crown'd,
While Earth, and Air, and Sky, and Sea,
Yield up their glorious WREATH to THEE!