With their deep voice, monotonous and slow, The cannon's thunders roll along the sea; But 'tis in reverence, and to work no woe Those sounds here reach the shore and onward flee...
O fortress city, bathed by streams Majestic as thy memories great, Where mountains, floods, and forests mate The grandeur of the glorious dreams, Born of the hero hearts who died...
Morning, lighting all the prairies, Once of old came, bright as now, To the twin cliffs, sloping wooded From the vast plain's even brow: When the sunken valley's levels With the winding willowed stream,...