New-Hampshire Patriotic Song

From the bright throne of heav'n see liberty fly, Thro worlds of pure ether the maid is descending, Wing'd set aphs surrounding, shout joy thro' the stay. And nature herself to the Goddess is bending. The natious around, Catch the sight and the sound, Yet none but Columbia to deserve her is sound.

For the arms of Columbia shall guard her bright shore, While the sun rells his course, and till time is no more.

This morn the bright Goddess with trumpets of same, Resounding sublime to the bounds of creation, Proclaims that her glory, her wisdom, her name Are enstamp'd by her hand on th' American nation. While tyrants from sar, In Bellona's dread car, Shall behold and desist from the horrors of war.

In vain are the threats of European pow'rs, In vain is the poison of Gallic delusion, In vain—for while Liberty smiles and is ours, We defy gal, carts and avoid her consusion; For the skirs that surround, And the ocean profound, Can alone to Columbian glory give bound.

Like the flash from the cloud when the anger of Jove, Dooms cities and forests to quick desolation, When thunder resounds from the arches above, And the pillars of heav'n are remov'd from their station. So in virtue array'd With the Eagle display'd Shall thy sons, O Columbia, make nations afraid.

Tho' Gauls should assail us, thro' oceans of blood, And arm the infernals from Pluto's dread regions, Our heroes on land, and our tars on the flood, Shall crush them in triumph, and conquer their legions. While Truxton shall reign, Mighty lord of the main, Men and devils attack our blest Freedom in vain: For the arms of Columbia shall guard our bright realm, While an Adams and Washington stand at the belar.

As the sun from his height, beaming flashes of gold, In vain looks abroad for the ends of creation, So the bounds of our pow'r he can never behold, And his rays are out told by so num'rous a nation. While time from the spheres Counts his weeks, months & years, No rival in glory from Europe appears. For the arms of Columbia shall guard her bright share, While the sen rolls his course and till time is no more.