New England! ours Art thou, as England's thine: thy children own The common parentage. Nor they alone, But wheresoe'er is heard our English tongue — World-widely flung For coming hours. Be with us then, Thou greater England! second but in time: Our age shall welcome our young giant's prime, As in his sons a father takes delight, Proud of the height Of younger men.
— WILLIAM JAMES LINTON