William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
Columbian IndependenceW
Touch the silver chords with fire;
Bid the holy flames arise,
Mounting swiftly to the skies;
Music sweet, and music strong,
Rouse the soul with lyric song.
Tune thy notes to joys sublime!
Rapt in glory’s brightest blaze,
Gallant heroes proudly raise
Shouts of triumph, sounding far,
Louder than the storm of war:
Baffled Britain lost her sway;
Ghastly stood her trembling king;
Quick he felt the dreadful sting,
When Columbia’s sons have sworn,
“Death!—or, lo! a nation’s born!”
Virtue’s proof—the test of time.
England’s vassals now return,
Help their weeping nation mourn;
Tyranny had fled our coast;
Gain’d one world, a world was lost:
Memory keeps the flame alive:
May it ever nobly rise
To the bright cerulean skies;
Strike Columbia’s sons with awe,
Bid them shun the tiger’s paw.
Bless’d with heavenly liberty;
Smiling o’er our happy land,
Peace, with all her lovely band,
Moves triumphant in her car,
Spurns the bloody field of war.
Pleased to share the battle’s toil;
In the arms of smiling Peace,
See our infant world increase:
Thus we find a rich reward,
While with peace and plenty stored.
Join the circle, hand in hand;
Touch the tender, melting string,
To the music sweetly sing:
Sound the praise of heroes gone,
Sound the praise of Washington.
Freedom’s birth with joy declare:
Sing with mirth, and sing with glee,
’Tis our sacred jubilee;
Sound the trump from pole to pole,
Till old time shall cease to roll.