The Columbian Songtser, a Song

Hail, Freedom all hail! on the top of Mount Bleed, Where Grand Master Warren was destin'd to bleed, We saw thee in spirit with favor of Heav'n, The Hero and Patriot to whom it was giv'n, Mid clouds and thick darkness to lead forth the day, Which Europe new lightens with liberty's ray.

Hail, Freedom, all hail! thy life kindling beams, Which broke on Monnt Breed, sheds of reason the gleams, Ov'r kingdoms and nations loug hid from its light, Lo, darkness recedeth, and past is the night: To nature's wide limits thy splendour shall blaze, And myriads on millions salute thee with praise.

Hail, Freedom, all hail! rise on pinions out spread: From France be thy course thro' the Universe sped; Teach monarchs and priests, with the nobles of earth, To own that from Heav'n springs Liberty's birth: Whilst the south and north, the east and the west, With Liberty, Life, Peace, and Freedom are blest.