The Genius of Columbia

A WAKE from delusion, yesons of the brave, Cries the Genius that watches our Freedom and Fame; Thy virtue no longer from rapine can save, Since Gallia lights up of dissension the flame

Then to arms let's repair, While our wrongs sill the air, That France, and the world may behold, That our freedom, our fame, And our virtuous name, We prize above friendship and gold.

Away with the veil, which thy charity spread, O'er the deeds of a nation where tyrants preside; No glory of thine can its influence shed, On the friends of deception, destruction & pride.

Arise from thy bowers of contentment and ease, And gird on the sword of thy vengeance anew; For in vain would thy wisdom their madness appease, In vain will thy caution their plottings pursue.

Deep dy'd with the blood of the valiant & good, And cloth'd with deformity, guilt and despair, In the portals of peace, like demons they've slood, And poison'd, with venom, sweet Liberty's air.

To freedom, to VIRTUE, and bliss they pretend, And vauntingly osler redemption to slaves, While abroad, thro the world, their assaslins they send, And prove, by each law, that they glory in knaves

Rise, scornful, my sons, from a friendship so base, And again be the banner of Freedom unfurl'd; While Time, on his records, Columbia shall place, The pride, the delight, and the boast of the world.

Then to arms let's repair, While our wrongs sill the air; That France, and the world, may behold, That our freedom and same, And our virtuous name, We prize above friendship and gold.