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The fame of our arms, of our laws the mild sway,

Had justly ennobled our nation in story, 'Till the dark clouds of faction obscured our young day, And envelop'd the sun of American glory.

But let traitors be told,

Who their country have sold,
And barter'd their God for his image in gold,

That ne'er will the sons, &c.

While France her huge limbs bathes recumbent in blood,

And society's base threats with wide dissolution, May Peace, like the dove who return'd from the flood, Find an ark of abode in our mild Constitution.

But though peace is our aim,

Yet the boon we disclaim,
If bought by our sovereignty, justice, or fame.

For ne'er shall the sons, &c

'Tis the fire of the flint each American warms;

Let Rome's haughty victors beware of collision ; Let them bring all the vessels of Europe in arms; We're a world by ourselves, and disdain a division.

While, with patriot pride,

To our laws we're allied,
No foe can subdue us, no faction divide.

For ne'er shall the sons, &c.

Our mountains are crowned with imperial oak,

Whose roots, like our liberties, ages have nourish'd ; But long ere our nation submits to the yoke, Not a tree shall be left on the field where it flourished.

Should invasion impend,

Every grove would descend
From the hilltops they shaded our shores to defend.

For ne'er shall the sons, &c.

Let our patriots destroy Anarch's pestilent worm,

Lest our liberty's growth should be checked by corrosion ; Then let clouds thicken round us; we heed not the storm; Our realm fears no shock, but the earth's own explosion.

Foes assail us in vain,

Though their fleets bridge the main,
For our altars and laws with our lives we'll maintain.

For ne'er shall the sons, &c.

Should the tempest of war overshadow our land,

Its bolts could ne'er rend Freedom's temple asunder ; For, unmoved, at its portal would WASHINGTON stand, And repulse, with bis breast, the assaults of the thunder!

His sword from the sleep

Of its scabbard would leap,
And conduct with its point every flash to the deep!

For ne'er shall the sons, &c.

Let Fame to the world sound America's voice;

No intrigues can her sons from their government sever; Her pride is her Adams; her laws are his choice, And shall flourish till Liberty slumbers for ever.

Then unite heart and hand,

Like LEONIDAS' band,
And swear to the God of the ocean and land,

That ne'er shall the sons of Columbia be slaves,
While the earth bears a plant, or the sea rolls its waves !



HAPPY was it for America, happy for the world, that a great name, a guardian genius, presided over her destinies in war, combining more than the virtues of the Roman Fabius and the Theban Epaminondas, and compared with whom, the conquerors of the world, the Alexanders and Cæsars, are but pageants crimsoned with blood and decked with the trophies of slaughter, objects equally of the wonder and the execration of mankind. The hero of America was the conqueror only of his country's foes, and the hearts of his countrymen. To the one he was a terror, and in the other he gained an ascendancy, supreme, unrivalled, the tribute of admiring gratitude, the reward of a nation's love.

The American armies, compared with the embattled legions of the old world, were small in numbers, but the soul of a whole people centred in the bosom of those more than Spartan bands, and vibrated quickly and keenly with every incident that befel them, whether in their feats of valor, or the acuteness of their sufferings. The country itself was one wide battle-field, in which not merely the life-blood, but the dearest interests, the sustaining hopes, of every individual, were at stake. It was not a war of pride and ambition

between monarchs, in which an island or a province might be the award of success, it was a contest for personal liberty and civil rights, coming down in its principles to the very sanctuary of home and the fireside, and determining for every man the measure of responsibility he should hold over his own condition, possessions and happiness. The spectacle was grand and new, and may well be cited as the most glowing page in the annals of progressive man.

The instructive lesson of history, teaching by example, can nowhere be studied with more profit, or with a better promise, than in this revolutionary period of America ; and especially by us, who sit under the tree our fathers have planted, enjoy its shade, and are nourished by its fruits. But little is our merit, or gain, that we applaud their deeds, unless we emulate their virtues. Love of country was in them an absorbing principle, an undivided feeling ; not of a fragment, a section, but of the whole country. Union was the arch on which they raised the strong tower of a nation's independence. Let the arm be palsied that would loosen one stone in the basis of this fair structure, or mar its beauty; the tongue mute, that would dishonor their names, by calculating the value of that which they deemed without price.

They have left us an example already inscribed in the world's memory ; an example portentous to the aims of tyranny in every land ; an example that will console in all ages the drooping aspirations of oppressed humanity. They have left us a written charter as a legacy, and as a guide

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