English poem

ON THE BIRTH-DAY OF John Adams

The Muses' harp by Concord strung, Loud let them strike the festal lay, Wak'd by Columbia's grateful tongue, To hail her hero's natal day, Arise, Columbia's Genius rise, And lift your Adams to the skies.

His virtue will our country save; Like some good genius now he stands, The shield—the shelter of the brave, The guardian of his native bands, Arise, Columbia's Genius, &c.

He wrests the wreath from Gallia's brows, Which Fraud or Faction planted there; France to his splendid virtue bews, And Europe's sons his name revere, Arise, Columbia's Genius, &c.

His country, with maternal care, His well-earn'd fame shall raise on high; His honours Time himself shall spare, That ADAMS' name may never die. Arise, Columbia's Genius, rise, And lift your ADAMS to the skies.

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