Like some new star, to mortal eyes,
On this great day did Freedom rise;
Whose beams each blessing shall secure,
While faith, and truth, and time endure.
Freedom, ray divine, &c.

Sung at the Republican Festival in Boston, on the 4th of July, 1803.

Tune-"President's March."

NOT two ages yet have fled,
Since, by holy fervour led,

When loud danger shriek'd alarm,
And Intolerance rear'd her arm,
Urged by Hope, and mark'd by Fame,
To these shores our fathers came.
Here, content each ill to brave,
Peace and liberty to save.

See, from clouds their spirits bend!
Hear the sacred charge they send!
By yon orb of living light,
Swear to guard your native right;
Sooner let it cease to shine,
Than your liberties resign!

But in vain did Freedom glow,
Not to them that boon we owe:
They, across the spreading main,
Dragg'd the tyrant's lengthen'd chain;
And a century saw them still
Subjects to a despot's will;

Till, at last, the goddess rose,
Proud from iterated woes-

"Tis her form each breast inflames,
"Tis her voice that yet exclaims,
By yon orb, &c.

Then, to save from anarch's storm,
Who the shield of truth should form ?
Who with dauntless brow would stand,
Meet oppression's crushing hand,
Claim our rights, our wrongs declare,
And each shaft of malice dare?
Jefferson-in virtue tried,

Now a grateful people's guide;
Brave as learn'd, and wise as brave,
This the precept that he gave :
By yon orb, &c.

O'er the gloomy breast of night
Cynthia sheds her tranquil light;
So, to dark, inveterate foes
Mild and pure his language flows.
Far along the morning sky,
Swift the rays of Phoebus fly,
So, with fire and force combined,
Darts the splendour of his mind.
Form'd base faction to appal,
Thus his heaven-taught accents fall:
By yon orb, &c.

While Columbia's favourite son,
Soul-directed Washington,

Led his heroes to the field,

Teaching haughty power to yield.

Jefferson, in council great,

Penn'd the charter of the state.

On this day each heart be bless'd,
Every care of life suppress'd:
Glory's garland, Freedom's lay,
Crown Columbia's natal day!
By yon orb of living light,
We swear to guard our native right:
Sooner shall it cease to shine
Than our liberties decline.

95

NEW SONG,

Sung at the Celebration of the 4th of July, at Saratoga and Waterford, N. Y.-1802.

BY WILLIAM FOSTER.

Tune-"Anacreon in Heaven."

BRAVE Sons of Columbia, your triumph behold!
The purchase of blood for the welfare of ages:
On the archives of Fame, in rich letters of gold,
Are inscribed the exploits of your heroes and sages.
Who seal'd the decree,

That Columbia should be

One, independent, united, and free,

Who raised this republic, which long shall endure, And stand, like the pillars of heaven, secure.

Too long had mankind borne the yoke and the chain, And bow'd to the mandates of monarch'al power,

When Columbia arose to establish the reign

Of Freedom and Justice on her native shore.

Hail! auspicious day!

Which gave her the sway,

And bade Independence her standard display. Long shall this republic, unshaken, endure, &c.

Let viols of joy and shrill clarions sound,

Our cannons' loud thunder be heard through the nation:

Let harmony, friendship, and union abound;

All freemen unite in this day's celebration.
From Georgia to Maine

Shall be heard the loud strain,

Each heart beat with rapture, joy smile on each plain :

Hail! happy republic! long shalt thou endure, &c. A flame from our altars is spreading abroad,

Whose rays light the world, and the nations admire!

The slave on whose head the proud despot has trod, In his breast feels enkindling the patriot fire: O'er the Alps it ascends,

To all regions extends,

And where it enkindles, mankind become friends. Hail! happy republic! long shalt thou endure, &c. The olive of peace with the laurel entwine,

The temple of Freedom this day to adorn;

On whose walls shall the names of her heroes e'er shine,

Whilst tyrants and traitors are banish'd with scorn. Her eagle shall rise

Like a cloud to the skies,

And guard with her talons the glorious prize :

That this fair republic with time may endure, &c.

To the manes of our heroes in battle who fell,
We'll chant songs of praise at this day's celebra-

tion:

Of Warren, Montgomery, and Mercer we'll tell,

Who bled for the freedom and rights of our nation. Great Washington's name

To the world we'll proclaim,

And sing Adams', Hancock's, and Jefferson's fame; Who raised this republic, which long shall endure, &c.

As ages on ages are rolling away,

The boon we'll transmit to our worthy descendants; Who, faithful to freedom, shall hail the great day, When their ancestors gave to their realm independence.

May the God we adore,

With his arm shield our shore,

Till earth sinks in chaos, and time is no more. And this fair republic unshaken endure, &c.

96 THE FOURTH OF JULY.-1803.
Tune-" Galley Slave."

LET despots retain all their minions in chains,
And each dastard soul kiss the rod;
Columbia such slavery to mortals disdains:
The king we acknowledge is God.
Those lords by succession, and kings by descent,
Their right for to rule we deny;

Our laws are adopted by Freedom's consent,

And we boast still we boast of a Fourth of July.