By blue Ontario's shore，

    As I mused¹ of these warlike days and of peace return'd， and

    the dead that return no more，

    A Phantom² gigantic superb， with stern visage accosted³ me，

    Chant me the poem， it said， that comes from the soul of

    America， chant me the carol of victory，

    And strike up the marches of Libertad， marches more powerful

    yet，

    And sing me before you go the song of the throes of

    Democracy.

    （Democracy， the destin'd conqueror⁴， yet treacherous⁵

    lipsmiles everywhere，

    And death and infidelity at every step.）