All lands are God's lands; yet is this indeed The home express of His divinity; His visible hand redeemed it from the sea, And sowed its fields with freedom's d**hless seed. He succored it most swiftly in its need; In field and council men with awe did see His arm made manifest almightily, Scarce veiled in instruments of mortal breed. He laid a way here for the feet that bleed, A space for souls ayearn for liberty To grow immortal in,—no more to plead With nature for their portion which should be. 'Tis here, O friend! the land lies that shall grow The vine of sacred brotherhood below.