NOT the pilot has charged himself to bring his ship into port, though beaten back, and many times baffled,Not the path-finder, penetrating inland, weary and long,By deserts parched, snows chilled, rivers wet, per- severes till he reaches his destination,More than I have charged myself, heeded or un- heeded, to compose a free march for These States,To be exhilarating music to them, years, centuries hence.