Pioneers! O Pioneers
Come my tan faced children
Follow well in order, get your weapons ready;
Have you your pistols? Have you your sharp edged axes? Pioneers! O Pioneers!
For we cannot tarry here,
We must march my darlings, we must bear the brunt of danger,
We, the youthful sinewy races, all the rest depend. Pioneers! O Pioneers

– Walt Whitman