A youth across the sea, for the sake of a hope in his breast
Shook out a steadfast sail upon a dauntless quest
He had seen a star in the West,
He had dreamed a dream afar;
He wrought and would not rest.
Heirs of that dream we stand,
Citizens of that star-
America, dear land
from: Bad Land, an American Romance, Jonathan Raban
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