When Liberty's banner
first rose in our clime,
From the Pilgrims of
Albion the standard descended,
The Goddess arose in
splendor sublime,
And swore by their
sons, it should be ever defended:
Of her voice the sweet sound
Struck the shores all around,
And sung this bold anthem to charter the
ground;
That ne'er in Columbia,
shall her banner be furl''d,
While the Sun guides
the planets, or enlightens the world.
The savage untuter'd
acknowledg'd the deed,
For Heaven confirm'd it
in a voice of dread thunder,
And declar'd that tho'
Heroes and Freemen should bleed,
No force should e'er
rend the great charter asunder:
But that virtue and lore,
Should pervade the glad shore,
Mid the blessings of freedom till time is no
more.
Then remember the
pilgrims, who baffled the waves,
And swear by their
shades we will never be slaves.
O list to my Lyre! For
victory beams,
With glowing effulgence
on Harrison's sword,
The Prophet is roused -
- has awoke from his dreams,
And Missouri's wild
muse shall the story record:
Let the savage be told,
Who his birthright has sold,
And oft spilt our best blood for Britain's poor
gold,
That nought but
submission his existence can save,
Since he dares the
attack of the free and the brave.
The gloom of November
enshrouded the scene,
And the gathering storm
murmured deep in the wind,
While the Agents of Britain,
in council convene;
With the Fanatic chief
and with falshood combin'd.
Yet in virtue enshrin'd,
With glory conjoin'd,
No gloom can o'ercast the intelligent mind:
Then strike the bold
anthem to Harrison's name
And the Heroes who
followed his standard and fame.
The Patriot Band with
fatigue were oppress'd,
And a PROPHET [Tenskwatawa] had promised the STANDARD OF' WHITE.
Their swords were their
pillow - - their slumbers unbles'd,
For perfidy's smile
overshadowed the night.
Death with silence empal'd,
Their brave sentries assail'd,
And Treachery masked, by darkness prevail'd,
But Columbia's Genius, in Harrison's form,
Arose on the DEMON, and
guided the storm.
Thro' the deep gloom of
night was Victory seen,
By the beams her car -
- with her standard unfurl'd,
She gave it to Daviess,
and declar'd by her mien,
That the hero was
fitted to conquer the world;
But Fate gave the meed,
That Daviess should bleed,
And the standard of Victory to Boyd was
decreed.
Yet weep not Kentucky -
- tears avail not to save,
Your Favorite sleeps
with the good and the brave.
Columbia Bids Fame with
her clarions sound,
Proclaim loud the
heroes who fell in her cause;
While Freedom in sorrow
beams over the ground,
Where Owen, White,
Spencer and Warrick repose,
And Randolph's mild name,
So emblazon'd by Fame,
And Berry has ravish'd a soldier's proud name,
Heaven blesses the
frost which now glistens the grave,
Where our warriors have
conquered -- where slumber the
Brave.
Take, Gallant
Survivors, Columbia's smile,
Let unperishing laurels
encircle your name!
E'er long you shall
meet the proud sons of the Isle,
And their arms as their
perfidy vanquish to shame,
For in Freedom combined,
With our hearts and swords join'd,
Our
Empire we'll raise and defy all mankind;
For the soil of
Columbia cannot nurture a slave,
Yet she's rich in her
blessings for the free and the brave.
