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 Parch'D, Snows-Chill'D, Rivers Wet, Perseveres Till He Reaches His Destination, More Than I Have Charged Myself, Heeded Or Unheeded, To Compose A Free March For These States, To Be Exhilarating Music To Them - A Battle-Call, Rousing To Arms, If Need Be - Years, Centuries Hence.