William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
Song: The first of Freedoms chosen bandTune—“The glasses sparkle on the board”
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Revisits earth to-day;
The love he bears his native land,
No death can wear away.
From heavenly bowers, this guest of ours
Descends and warms the soul;
With hearts of flame, his honour’d name,
We’ll pledge in Freedom’s bowl.
So dear to every eye,
Eludes the patriot’s warm embrace,
Translated to the sky,—
Our guest is near, we feel him here;
We feel him in the soul:
Illustrious shade, we undismay’d
Can pledge thee in the bowl.
This pant for honest fame;
For none but Washington above
Can breathe so pure a flame.
Then comrades join, with sparkling wine,
These feelings to the soul,
So warm and dear, with cordial cheer,
We’ll pledge in freedom’s bowl.