HAIL COLUMBIA. BAIL Columbia, happy land. Hail, ye heroes! heaven-born band! Let independence be our boast, Immortal patriots! rise once more: Let no rude foe with impious hand, While offering peace sincere and just, That truth and justice will prevail, And every scheme of bondage fail. Sound, sound the trump of Fame! Ring through the world with loud applause, Ring through the world with loud applause; Let every clime to Freedom dear Listen with a joyful ear! With equal skill and godlike power, He governed in the fearful hour The rock on which the storm will beat; JOSEPH HOPKINSON. THE AMERICAN FLAG. Flag of the brave! thy folds shall fly, And cowering foes shall shrink beneath Each gallant arm that strikes below That lovely messenger of death. Flag of the seas! on ocean wave Now, now the dangerous storm is rolling, While lawless force, with guilty stride, With crimes and blood his hands imbruing? March on! March on! All hearts resolved on Victory or death! With luxury and pride surrounded, The vile insatiate despots dare, Their thirst of gold and power unbounded, To mete and vend the light and air! Like beasts of burden they would load us, Like gods, would bid their slaves adore; But man is man, and who is more? Then shall they longer lash and goad us? All hearts resolved on Victory or death! O Liberty! can man resign thee, To arms, to arms, ye brave! All hearts resolved on Victory or death! PRUSSIAN NATIONAL ANTHEM. AM a Prussian! see my colors gleaming The black-white standard floats before me free; For Freedom's rights, my father's heart-blood streaming, Such, mark ye, mean the black and white to me! Shall I then prove a coward? I'll e'er be to the toward! Though day be dull, though sun shine bright on me, I am a Prussian, will a Prussian be! Before the throne with love and faith I'm bending, Whence, mildly good, I hear a parent's tone; With filial heart, obedient ear I'm lending; The father trusts-the son defends the throne! Affection's ties are stronger-live, O my country, longer! The King's high call o'erflows my breast so free; I am a Prussian, will a Prussian be! Not every day hath sunny light of glory; A cloud, a shower, sometimes dulls the lea; Let none believe my face can tell the story, That every wish unfruitful is to me. How many far and nearer would think exchange much dearer? Their Freedom's naught—how then compare with me! I am a Prussian, will a Prussian be! And if the angry elements exploding, The lightnings flash, the thunders loudly roar, Hath not the world oft witnessed such foreboding? No Prussian's courage can be tested more. Should rock and oak be riven, to terror I'm not driven; Be storm and din, let flashes gleam so free I am a Prussian, will a Prussian be! Where love and faith so round the monarch cluster, Where Prince and People so clasp firm their hands, "T is there alone true happiness can muster, Thus showing clear how firm the nation's bands, Again confirm the lealty! the honest, noble lealty! Be strong the bond, strike hands, dear hearts, with me; Is not this Prussia? Let us Prussians be! [FROM THE GERMAN.] THE GERMAN'S FATHERLAND. HERE is the German's Fatherland? Is't Prussia? Swabia? Is't the strand Where grows the vine, where flows the Rhine? Is't where the gull skims Baltic's brine? No!-yet more great and far more grand Must be the German's Fatherland! How call they then the German's land? Is then the German's Fatherland Where Zurich's waveless water sleeps; Then say, where lies the German's land? Where, therefore, lies the German's land? Say then, where lies the German's land? Baptize that great, that ancient land! Is't Alsace? Or Lorraine-that gem Wrenched from the Imperial diadem By wiles which princely treachery planned? No! these are not the German's land. Where, therefore, lies the German's land? Name now at last that mighty land! Where'er resounds the German's tongueWhere German hymns to God are sungThere, gallant brother, take thy stand! That is the German's Fatherland. That is his land, the land of lands, And Zeal enkindles Freedom's brand That is the German's Fatherland! That is the German's Fatherland. Great God! Look down and bless that land! And give her noble children souls To cherish while existence rolls, And love with heart, and aid with hand, [FROM THE GERMAN.] HALLOWED GROUND. HAT'S hallowed ground? Has earth a clod Unseourged by Superstition's rod To bow the knee? That's hallowed ground where, mourned and missed, The lips repose our love has kissed;— But where's their memory's mansion? Is 't Yon churchyard's bowers? No! in ourselves their souls exist, A part of ours. A kiss can consecrate the ground The spot where love's first links were wound, Is hallowed down to earth's profound, For time makes all but true love old; Until the heart itself be cold In Lethe's pool. What hallows ground where heroes sleep? Or Genii twine beneath the deep But strew his ashes to the wind Whose sword or voice has served mankind,- To live in hearts we leave behind Is 't death to fall for Freedom's right? What can alone ennoble fight? Give that, and welcome War to brace The charging cheer, Though Death's pale horse lead on the chase, Shall still be dear. And place our trophies where men kneel Transfer it from the sword's appeal Peace, Love! the cherubim, that join Their spread wings o'er Devotion's shrine, The heart alone can make divine To incantations dost thou trust, That man can bless one pile of dust The ticking wood-worm mocks thee, man! A temple given Thy faith, that bigots dare not ban- Its roof, star-pictured Nature's ceiling, Make music, though unheard their pealing Fair stars! are not your beings pure? Aspect above? Ye must be heavens that make us sure Of heavenly love! And in your harmony sublime I read the doom of distant time; That man's regenerate soul from crime Shall yet be drawn, And reason on his mortal clime Immortal dawn. What's hallowed ground? T is what gives birth To sacred thoughts in souls of worth! Peace! Independence! Truth! go forth And your high-priesthood shall make earth THOMAS CAmpbell. N the long vista of the years to roll, Let me not see my country's honor fade, Oh! let me see our land retain its soul! |