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invocation.
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Forward, sons of morning,
With a sacred ire!
Lead ye, like Jehovah,
In a pillar of fire.

Through the dreary desert,
Through the burning sand
Till, on shores of promise
And of peace, ye land.

Where a purer people,
Led by laws innate,
Shall, towards the heavens,
Tower in grander state.

Breathe and blow in music;
On, from clime to clime;
Baptize, with the Holy Ghost
Spirit of the time.