A people who are still, as it were, but in the gristle, and not yet hardened into the bone of manhood.

America! half brother of the world! With something good and bad of every land.

Asylum of the oppressed of every nation.

Bring me men to match my mountains, Bring me men to match my plains, Men with empires in their purpose, And new eras in their brains.

Columbia, Columbia, to glory arise, The queen of the world and the child of the skies! Thy genius commands thee; with rapture behold, While ages on ages thy splendors unfold.

From many to make one. [Lat., Ex pluribus unum facere.]

Hail, Columbia! happy land! Hail, ye heroes! heaven-born band! Who fought and bled in Freedom's cause.

I called the New World into existence to redress the balance of the Old.

I can hear you. The rest of the world hears you. And the people who knocked these buildings down will hear all of us soon.

My toast would be, may our country always be successful, but whether successful or otherwise, always right.