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Here, through the ages old, the desert slept
  In solitudes unbroken, save when passed
The bison herds, and savage hunters swept
  In thund’ring chaos down the valleys vast;
But, lo! Across the barren margins stepped
  Advancement with her legions, and one blast
  From her imperial trumpet filled the last
Lone covert where affrighted wildness crept.

Full armed, full armored, at her wondrous birth,
  Her shining temples wreathed with gorgeous dower,
She sits among the empires of the earth;
  Her proud achievements o’er the nations tower,
Won by her people with their royal worth,
  With lofty culture, wisdom, wealth and power.