By blue Ontario's shore，
As I mused1 of these warlike days and of peace return'd， and
the dead that return no more，
A Phantom2 gigantic superb， with stern visage accosplayted3 me，
Chant me the poem， it said， that comes from the soul of
America， chant me the carol of victory，
And strike up the marches of Libertad， marches more powerful
yet，
And sing me before you go the song of the throes of
Democracy.
（Democracy， the destin'd conqueror4， yet treacherous5
lipsmiles everywhere，
And death and infidelity at every step.）