Look round on your country, Columbians, undaunted,
From Georgia to Maine -- from the Lakes to the Sea!
Is one human blessing or luxury wanted
That flows not amongst us unmeasur'd and free?
Our harvests sustain half the wide eastern world,
Our mines and our forests exhaustless remain;
What sails on our great Fishing-Banks are unfurled!
What shoals fill our streams from the depths of the main!
The fruits of our country, our flocks and our fleeces,
The treasures immers'd in our mountains that lie,
While discord is tearing old Europe to pieces,
Shall amply the wants of our people supply.
THE AMERICAN PATRIOTIC SONG-BOOK, 1813
Geography was chiefly American, and the United States was larger than all the universe beside. . . . In the same way our history was American history, brief but glorious. We despised monarchical countries and governments too thoroughly to care much about their histories and if we studied them, it was that we might contrast their despotisms with our own free happy institutions. We were taught every day and in every way that ours was the freest, the happiest, and soon to be the greatest and most powerful country in the world.
T. L. NICHOLS, 1864