MISCELLANEOUS POEMS, &c. SONG. Tune-Rule Britannia. Hail great Republic of the world, Which rear'd, which rear'd her empire in the west, Where fam'd Columbus', Columbus' flag unfurl'd, Gave tortured Europe scenes of rest; Be thou forever, forever great and free, Beneath thy spreading, mantling vine, Beside, beside each flowery grove and spring, And where thy lofty, thy lofty mountains shine, May all thy sons and fair ones sing, Be thou forever, &c. From thee, may hellish Discord prowl, With all, with all her dark and hateful train; And whilst thy mighty, thy mighty waters roll, May heaven descended Concord reign. Be thou forever, &c. Where'er the Atlantic surges lave, Or sea, or sea the human eye delights, There may thy starry, thy starry standard wave, The Constellation of thy Rights! Be thou forever, &c. May ages as they rise proclaim, The glories, the glories of thy natal day; And states from thy, from thy exalted name, Learn how to rule, and to obey. Be thou forever, &c. Let Laureats make their birthdays known, To sing the birthday of a world! Be thou forever, forever, great and free, THE BOSTON PATRIOTIC SONG. Tune-Anacreon in Heaven. Ye Sons of Columbia who bravely have fought, For those rights which unstain'd from your sires have descended, May you long taste the blessings your valor has bought, And your sons reap the soil which their fathers defended; Mid the reign of mild peace, May your nation increase, With the glory of Rome, and the wisdom of Greece. While the earth bears a plant or the sea rolls its waves. In a clime whose rich vales feed the marts of the world, Though in thunder array'd, Let your cannon declare the free charter of trade. For ne'er shall the sons, &c. The fame of our arms, of our laws the mild sway, Till the dark clouds of fiction obscured our bright day, But let traitors be told, Who their country have sold, And barter'd their God, for his image in gold, That ne'er shall the sons, &c. While France her huge limbs bathes recumbent in blood, Yet the boon we disclaim, If bought by our Sovereignty, Justice, or Fame. "Tis the fire of the flint each American warms, To our laws we're allied, No foe can subdue us, no faction divide; For ne'er shall the sons, &c. Our mountains are crown'd with imperial oak, But long e'er the nation submits to the yoke, Not a tree shall be left on the soil where it flourish'd. Every grove would descend, From the hill tops they shaded, our shores to defend. For ne'er shall the sons, &c. Let our patriots destroy vile anarchy's worm, Lest our Liberty's growth should be check'd by corrosion, Then let clouds thicken round us, we heed not the storm, Our earth fears no shock, but the earth's own explosion, Foes assail us in vain, Tho' their fleets bridge the main, For our altars, and claims, with our lives we'll maintain. Should the tempest of war overshadow our land, Its bolts can ne'er rend Freedom's temple asunder; In its scabbard would leap, And conduct with its point every flash to the deep. For ne'er shall the sons, &c. Let Fame, to the world, sound America's voice, Like Leonidas' band; And swear by the God of the ocean and land, That ne'er shall the sons of Columbia be slaves, While the earth bears a plant, or the sea rolls its waves. SONG. Tune-Anacreon in Heaven. To Columbia, who gladly reclined at her ease, And addrest her this message from thundering Jove: Your Freedom's at stake, Storms arise, your renown'd Independence to shake, Then lose not a moment, my aid I will lend, If your sons will assemble your Rights to defend. Roused Columbia rose up, and indignant declared, That no nation she had wrong'd, and no nation she fear'd, Then tell mighty Jove, That we quickly will prove, We deserve the protection he'll send from above; For ne'er shall the sons of America bend, But united their Rights and their Freedom defend. Minerva smiled cheerfully as she withdrew, "For," said she, "our sly Mercury ofttimes reports, His report but deceives, And we care not what madman such nonsense believes, For ne'er shall the sons of America bend, But united their Rights and their Freedom defend." Jove rejoiced in Columbia such union to see, And swore his old Farmer Should ne'er in his country see aught that could harm her, For ne'er should the sons of America bend, But united their Rights and their Freedom defend. Minerva resolved that her Ægis she'd lend, A compound most rare, Of courage and union, a bountiful share; And swore ne'er shall the sons of America bend, But their Rights and their Freedom most firmly defend. Ye sons of Columbia, then join hand in hand, Divided we fall, but united we stand; 'Tis ours to determine, 'tis ours to decree, That in peace we will live Independent and Free; |