“She still is there, the guardian on the tower,
To open for the world a purer hour.”

—  William Ellery Channing (poet)

New England, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
Context: I sing New England, as she lights her fire
In every Prairie's midst; and where the bright
Enchanting stars shine pure through Southern night,
She still is there, the guardian on the tower,
To open for the world a purer hour.

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