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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,
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,
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,
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.”
And each dastard soul kiss the rod;
The king we acknowledge is God.
Their right for to rule we deny;
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,
Though against us they both are combined.
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.
And brought the illustrious day
And Tyranny's powers fled away.
For Heaven its blessings still pours.
As from the mild south rolls the monarch of day,
So Freedom rejoices our shores.
The hills, and the valleys, and plains
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.
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.
Nor carnage encrimsons the plain:
Of Faction, to vex our domain.
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.
98 JEFFERSON AND LIBERTY.-1801.
Tune-"Anacreon in Heaven."
Which the arms of your fathers so valiantly gain'd,