English poem
AN ODE, On the adoption of the FEDERAL CONSTITUTION
by Anonymous
Crown'd with auspicious light, Columbia's Eagle rise; Thine emblems bless our sight, Thine honours greet our eyes. Nations admire thy rising dawn, And shall salute thy day, While generations yet unborn, Receive the genial ray.
An empire's born, let cannon roar, Bid echo rend the sky; Let every heart adore, High Heaven, our great ally.
Illustrious aera, hail— Thy stars in union grow, Opposing mists dispell, And with fresh splendor glow. Thy glories burst upon the gloom, Where darkness dragg'd her chain; The sons of cruelty and death, Shall own thy gentle reign. Cho. An Empire's born, &c.
Let joy our hearts engage, Let foul contention cease; Exchange for jealous rage, The enrapturing smile of peace. No genius human e'er devis'd A federal plan more pure; Wisdom and strength, and freedom guard, Columbia's rights secure. Cho. An Empire's born, &c.
Now Fame exert your powers. Your silver trumpet raise: Still Washington is ours, Though earth proclaim his praise. He once in crimson fields of blood, Forbade us to be slaves; And now with an illustrious hand Again his country saves. Cho. An Empire's born, &c.
Discord aghast shall frown, Science her temple rear; Labour ensure her crown, And useful arts appear. Then bend your spears to pruning hoods, Break up the gen'rous soil, While fruits of plenty round the land, Reward the reaper's toil. Cho. An Empire's born, &c.
Commerce your sails display, While agriculture sings: Where late the bramble lay, The rose of beauty springs. Union shall glad revolving year, No partial views remain; Justice aloft advance her scale, And public virtue reign. Cho. An Empire's born, &c.
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