“Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State!
Sail on, O Union, strong and great!
Humanity with all its fears,
With all the hopes of future years,
Is hanging breathless on thy fate!”

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Building of the Ship

Source: The Building of the Ship (1849), Lines 378-382.

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