Charles L. S. Jones

Tune—“He was famed for deeds of arms”

SOUND! O, sound, Columbian shell!

High the thundering pæan raise!

Let the echoing bugle’s swell,

Loudly answering, sound his praise!

’Tis Sandusky’s warlike boy,

Crown’d with victory’s trophies, comes!

High arise, ye shouts of joy!

Sound, the loud trumpet sound,

And beat the drums!

What! shall worth unsung expire,

Mingling with the common clay?

Shall no notes, like his own fire,

Snatch from death his fame away?

O, Columbia, at thy need

Ever may such heroes rise,

Brave to fight, and free, to bleed

Worthy their free, their own

Dear native skies!

Yes, the strain shall loudly peal,

Ring, o’er valley hill and dell,

Whilst thy sons, Columbia, feel

Patriot joys their bosoms swell.

Emulous of his high emprize,

See them crown his youthful brow!

Britain sees, with tearful eyes,

Where her brave veterans bold

His hand laid low.

Hail, O chief!—the poet’s strain

Cannot add one wreath to thee;

Fame has claim’d thee; and again

Wills thee not unknown to be.

Come! Sandusky’s warlike boy!

Crown’d with victory’s garlands, come!

High arise, ye shouts of joy!

Sound, the loud trumpet sound,

And beat the drums!