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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 ad-

mire ! 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


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.


TuneGalley Slave.
Ler 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 Freedorn's consent,

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

Though Europe still holds her degenerate race,

By king-craft and priest-craft conjoin'd,
Those shackles our country shall never embrace,

Though against us they both are combined.
Columbia on Freedom's fair fabric shall rest,

And on Independence rely. Her shores still shall succour the poor and oppress'd,

And let them rejoice on the Fourth of July.

There thousands in poverty spend their whole lives

One lordship in pomp to maintain: Millions starve, for one king, their children and wives,

In indigence, sorrow, and pain. And these monstrous growths are excrescences still,

Though raised on their thrones e’er so high: Nor can aught in their annals compare with the Bill

Of Rights we obtained on the Fourth of July.


For the Fourth of July, 1803, by WALTER TOWNSEND.
ONCE more has the morn oped the portals of light,
Dispellid the dark shades of the sable-clad night,

And brought the illustrious day
That marks the great epoch, when Liberty's sun
Arose on our realms, when oppression was done,
And Freedom, victorious, her empire begun,

And Tyranny's powers fled away.
Then let us exult: let each heart beat with joy!
Bid care smooth his brow, nor let sadness annoy:

For Heaven its blessings still pours.

As from the mild south rolls the monarch of day,
When tempests and darkness have long held the sway,
Creation revives, and all nature looks gay,

So Freedom rejoices our shores.
Behold, what a prospect salutes the charm'd eye,
When, from some high summit, around we descry

The hills, and the valleys, and plains
There, Ceres, far-spreading, her bounties displays;
Pomona here blushes, high on the bent sprays;
While o'er the rich pastures the flocks and herds graze,

And plenty with happiness reigns. Extend but the view, and the spires mount in air, And cities rise, graceful, where growl'd the rude bear,

And forests spread frightfully round ; While o'er the wide ocean the white swelling sails, Our commerce bears stately, where'er the fleet gales Refresh the scorch'd line, or where winter prevails,

With death, in bleak tempest, abound. Religion, bright seraph, immortal, here reigns; And fell superstition recedes, with his chains,

To regions enveloped in shade; Where science, which here its full splendour displays, Scarce gleams through the darkness with eventide

raysWhere millions, in bondage, still grope for their ways,

And tyranny's sceptre is sway'd.
Here learning and art raise their votaries to fame ;
And genius and beauty their eulogy claim,

Of merit, intrinsic, possess’d: Where knowledge adorns whom the graces have crown'd;

And prudence and virtue with sweetness are found, To rear the young offspring that prattle around,

And render the marriage state bless'd. These are the blessings from freedom that spring; That make the land smile, and the labourer sing,

Whom no haughty lordling enslaves : For these we braved death when war frown'd o'er our

head, Our fields swam in blood, which pale corses o'erspread, And widows and orphans, deprived of their bread,

In sorrow sunk into their graves.
But now the loud trumpet no more calls to arms;
No longer the thunder of battle alarms;

Nor carnage encrimsons the plain:
Let not civil discord our nation embroil,
And tarnish the glory we gain'd by our toil ;
But prudence, with firmness, the efforts still foil.

Of Faction, to vex our domain.
May Wisdom and Justice still strengthen our cause;
Preside in our councils, and dictate our laws;

And union, with knowledge, increase; May virtue reign victor till vice have an end; Religion, triumphant, her precepts defend ; And peace o'er our realms her white banners extend,

Till wars through the universe cease.


Tune-"Anacreon in Heaven."
YE sons of Columbia, who cherish the prize

Which the arms of your fathers so valiantly gain'd,

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