(Tune: “Londonderry Air")
Here in the vista of three hundred years we stand,
Our torches kindled by thy guiding light.
A Pilgrim host, we come to thee from every land,
With joyful hopes, well girded by thy might.
Connecticut, beloved State, all hail to thee;
Tower of might against a flaming sky,
The heav’ns resound with praise, ring out with victory.
God speed you on and all your glories sanctify.
Through summer heat and winter cold thy honor stands,
A bulwark gainst the mighty hosts of sin,
Till love shall spread to earth’s most distant island strands,
And Heaven’s righteous ways o’er evil win.
Connecticut, advancing through the changing years,
May knowledge guide thy sons and daughters fair,
And honor, truth and wisdom banish all our fears,
Connecticut, while we thy many glories share!
The years shall pass across thy mighty mountain walls,
Against the gold of every setting sun,
A newer host, well-born within thy ancient halls,
Shall bear thy standards of new glories won.
Connecticut, our fathers kept thy honor fair,
Thy reach of love they widened to the sea.
We shall keep faith, where they fought; we, too, shall dare,
Connecticut, for aye we pledge our hearts to thee.
...although with the taxes one pays in this quaint New England state
the poem should be titled “Owed to CT”.
I don’t recall where I found this statal poem but it is very old.
I like the straightforward prayerful tone of this one.
I'm not originally from CT,
but I now reside there for better and for worse.