William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
The Federal ConstitutionC
Columbia’s eagle, rise!
Thine emblems bless our sight,
Thine honours greet our eyes.
Nations admire thy rising dawn,
And shall salute thy day;
While generations yet unborn
Receive the genial ray.
An empire’s born!—let cannons roar;
Bid echo rend the sky;
Let every heart adore
High Heaven, our great ally.
Thy stars in union grow,
Opposing mists dispel,
And with fresh splendour glow.
Thy glories burst upon the gloom,
Where darkness dragg’d her chain;
The sons of cruelty and death
Shall own thy gentle reign.
An empire’s born, &c.
Let foul contention cease;
Exchange for jealous rage
The enrapturing smile of peace.
No human genius e’er devised
A federal plan more pure;
Wisdom, and strength, and freedom guard
Columbia’s rights secure.
An empire’s born, &c.
Your silver trumpet raise:
Still Washington is ours;
Through earth proclaim his praise.
He once, in crimson fields of blood,
Forbade us to be slaves;
And now, with an illustrious hand,
Again his country saves.
An empire’s born, &c.
Science her temple rear;
Labour insure her crown,
And useful arts appear.
Then bend your spears to pruning-hooks,
Break up the generous soil,
While fruits of plenty round the land,
Reward the reaper’s toil.
An empire’s born, &c.
While agriculture sings:
Where late the bramble lay,
The rose of beauty springs.
Union shall glad revolving years,
No partial view remain;
Justice aloft advance her scale,
And public virtue reign.
An empire’s born, &c.