Hezekiah Butterworth

"The voice of the Russias has spoken; Each serf in the Russias is free! Ring, bells, on the Neva and Volga, Ring, bells, on the Caspian Sea!"

"Methinks when I stand in lifes sunset, As I stood when we parted at school, I shall see the bright faces of children I loved in the village of Yule."

"Lovely land of Palestina! he thy shores will never see, But, his dream fulfilled, he follows Him who walked in Galilee."

"I healed the wound, and each morning It sang its old sweet strain, But the bird with the broken pinion Never soars so high again."

"Reads again the words puissant, "All men are created free," Claims again for man his birthright, claims the worlds equality."

"An empire to be lost or won!" And who four thousand miles will ride And climb to heaven the Great Divide, And find the way to Washington, Through mountain canons, winter snows, Oer streams where free the north wind blows, Who, who will ride from Walla-Walla, Four thousand miles, for Oregon?"