UNION OF THE GODS. Tune—"To Anacreon in Heaven."

To COLUMBIA, who, gladly reclin'd at her ease, On Atlantic's broad bosom lay smiling in peace, Minerva flew hastily, sent from above, And address'd her this message from thundering Jove: "Rouse, quickly awake, "For your freedom's at stake, "Storms arise, your renown'd independence to shake; "Then lose not a moment, my aid I will lend, "If your sons will assemble your rights to defend."

Rous'd Columbia rose up, and indignant declar'd, That no nation she'd wrong'd, and no nation she fear'd; That she wish'd not for war, but if war was her fate, She could meet it with sould independent and great; The tell mighty Jove, That we quickly will prove, We'll deserve the protection he'll send from above. For ne'er shall the sons of America bend, But, united, their rights and their freedom defend.

Minerva smil'd cheerfully as she withdrew, Enraptur'd to find her Americans true; "For (said she) our sly Mercury oft-times reports. "That your sons are divided"—Columbia retorts: Tell that vile god of thieves, His report but deceives, And we care not what mad man such nonsense believes. For ne'er shall the sons of America bend, But united, their rights and their freedom defend.

Jove rejoic'd in Columbians this union to see, And swore by old Styx they deserved to be free; Then assembled the gods, and to all gave consent, Their assistance if needful in war to present; Mars arose, shook his armour, And swore, his old farmer Should ne'er in his country see ought that could harm her; For ne'er should the sons of America bend, But united, their rights and their freedom defend.

Minerva resolved that her Aegis she'd lend; And Apollo declar'd he their cause would befriend; Old Vulcan an armour would forge for their aid, More firm than the one for Achilles he made: The said he I'll prepare A compound most rare, Of courage and union each a full share. That ne'er can the sons of America bend, But their rights and their freedom most firmly defend.

Ye sons of Columbia then join hand in hand; Divided we fall, but united we stand; 'Tis ours to determine, 'tis ours to decree, That in peace we will live Independent and free. And should from afar Break the horrors of war, We'll always be ready at once to declare, That ne'er will the sons of America bend, But, united, and their rights and their freedom defend.