To Picts, to Danes, to Normans,
And many masters more :
But we can boast, Americans,
We've never fallen a prey;
Huzza, huzza, huzza, huzza,
For free America.
God bless this maiden climate,
And through its vast domain
May hosts of heroes cluster,
Who scorn to wear a chain:
And blast the venal sycophant
That dares our rights betray;
Huzza, huzza, huzza, huzza,
For free America.
Lift up your hands, ye heroes,
And swear, with proud disdain,
The wretch that would ensnare you,
Shall lay his snares in vain:
Should Europe empty all her force,
We'll meet her in array,
And fight and shout, and shout and fight
For North America.
Some future day shall crown us,
The masters of the main, Our fleet shall speak in thunder
To England, France, and Spain;
And the nations over the ocean spread
Shall tremble and obey
The sons, the sons, the sons, the sons
Of brave America.
BY FRANCIS HOPKINSON, ESQ., Author of the "Battle of the Kegs."
MAKE room, all ye kingdoms, in history renown'd, Whose arms have in battle with victory been crown'd, Make room for America, another great nation;
She rises to claim in your councils a station.
Her sons fought for freedom, and by their own bravery
Have rescued themselves from the shackles of slavery;
America is free; and Britain's abhorr'd;
And America's fame is forever restored.
Fair Freedom in Britain her throne had erected;
Her sons they grew venal, and she disrespected.
The goddess, offended, forsook that base nation,
And fix'd on our mountains: a more honour'd station.
With glory immortal she here sits enthroned,
Nor fears the vain vengeance of Britain disown'd,
Great Washington guards her, with heroes surrounded;
Her foes he, with shameful defeat, has confounded.
To arms! we to arms flew ! 'twas Freedom invited us,
The trumpet, shrill sounding, to battle excited us;
The banners of virtue, unfurl'd, did wave over us,
Our hero led on, and the foe flew before us.
In Heaven and Washington we placed reliance,
We met the proud Britons, and bid them defiance;
The cause we supported was just, and was glorious;
When men fight for freedom, they must be victorious.
6 THE LAND OF LOVE AND LIBERTY.
Tune-"Rule Britannia.”
HAIL, great republic of the world!
The rising empire of the west;
When famed Columbus' mighty mind impress'd,
Gave Europe's sons a place of rest.
Be thou forever, forever blest and free,
The land of love and liberty.
Beneath thy spreading, mantling vines,
Beside thy flowery groves and springs;
And on thy lofty, thy lofty mountains' brow,
May all thy sons and fair ones sing,
Be thou forever, &c.
From thee may future nations learn
To prize the cause thy sons began;
From thee may future, may future tyrants know,
That sacred are the rights of man.
Be thou forever, &c.
Of thee may sleeping infancy,
The pleasing, wondrous story tell;
And patriot sages, in venerable mood,
Instruct the world to govern well.
Be thou forever, &c.
May guardian angels watch around,
From harm protect these new-born states,
And all ye friendly, ye friendly nations, join,
And thus salute the child of fate:
THE GODDESS OF LIBERTY.
In the still hour of nature, when mankind repose,
And darkness her veil round the universe throws,
As the gleamy-shot meteor, so radiant with light,
A goddess descends on the bosom of night.
From her left Freedom's ægis flashed terror afar,
And her right shook the spear, redoubted in war;
On her helm was COLUMBIA, letter'd in gold,
And Peace with sweet olive did the motto enfold.
On her countenance heavenly benignity play'd,
And the stars of the Union encircled her head;
Of her country, the emblem was marked on her zone,
And bright as bold Phoebus fair Liberty shone.
With majesty awful, “My children," she cried,
"Of my bosom the treasure, the glory, the pride—”
While she spoke, the wing'd lightning glared fiery on
And dread independence shot fierce from her eye.
"Thou nation of patriots, thou land of the brave,
Where tyranny rots in her dark, silent grave,
As peace to the wretched, or spring to the year,
So are to my bosom thy warriors dear.
"If war's sweeping tempest from Europe returns,
Columbia, indignant, shall marshal her sons;
With flags proudly waving, the tyrants defy,
Victorious she'll triumph, or gloriously die.
"When rages the battle, and the dread trumpets sound, From the breast gushes life at the deep mortal wound;
Still fearless they'll hurl the death-winged dart,
And victory swell warm through each warrior's heart.
"I know you're intrepid, and danger will dare,
In friendship unshaken, unconquer'd in war;
As nature extensive, your glories I'll spread,
Or lay you immortal in honour's proud bed.
"My sons oft in battle their prowess have shown,
And humbled Britannia their valour must own:
The infant of Liberty, suckled but now,
Pluck'd the laurel of conquest from royalty's brow.
"Oppression's dark legions, here gloomy array'd,
Here Freedom's proud eagle defiance display'd,
When in terrible fury your fathers arose,
And dread as Omnipotence hurled down their foes. "The spirit undaunted, that knew not to yield, Sought peace in uprightness, or death in the field, Was the spirit unconquer'd your sires that possess'd, And such let the soul be that still fires your breast. "At Yorktown and Bunker's famed hill have they bled, And in freedom majestic, when Washington led, Did the rights of your country support on the plain, Or laid their corpse mangled on mountains of slain. "How oft they strode fearless o'er death's bloody field, With virtue their motto, and courage their shield! How oft, crown'd with glory, their banners did wave, Let the shades of my heroes attest from the grave. "Now, nourish'd by wisdom, and strengthen'd by years, The goddess of Liberty dreadful appears
To her foes, as the thunder that round her head roars, Profound as the ocean that washes the shores."
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