I.
WHERE spirits dwell, and shadowy forms,
On Andes' cliffs, 'mid black'ning storms,
With livid lightnings curl'd;
The awful Genius of our clime,
In thunder rais'd his voice sublime,
And hush'd the list'ning world.

II.
In lonely waves, and wastes of earth,
A mighty empire claims its birth,
And Heaven asserts the claim;
The sails that hang in your dim sky,
Proclaim the promis'd era nigh,
Which wakes a world to fame.

III.
Hail! ye first bounding ships that roam
Blue tumbling billows topp'd with foam,
That keel ne'er plowed before !
Here suns perform their useless round,
Here rove the naked tribes embrown'd,
Who feed on living gore.

IV.
To midnight orgies, off'rings dire,
The human sacrifice in fire,
A heavenly light succeeds:
But, lo! what horrors intervene,
The toils severe, the carnage scene,
And more than mortal deeds !

V.
Ye FATHERS! spread your fame afar!
'T is yours to still the sounds of war,
And bid the slaughter cease;
The peopling hamlets wide extend,
The harvests spring, the spires ascend,
'Mid grateful songs of peace!

VI,
Shall steed to steed, and man to man,
With discord thundering in the van,
Again destroy the bliss!
Enough my mystic words reveal;
The rest the shades of night conceal,
In fate's profound abyss !