William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
Franklins TombT
In all their vernal bloom:
And let the sweets of spring
Adorn great F
The patriot’s toil is done,
At length his labours cease;
The unfading crown is won,
His sun has set in peace.
Each patriot heaves a sigh,
And scarcely can believe
Such worth could ever die;
No—deathless is his fame;
His honours will increase;
And F
With time alone shall cease.
Or awful thunders roll;
While meteors gild the sky,
And dart from pole to pole;
Mankind shall still admire
When F
Who grasp’d celestial fire,
And broke the oppressor’s spear.
While History holds her pen,
She’ll place this honour’d sage
Amongst the first of men:
Columbia’s favour’d son
Has earn’d immortal fame:
Then, with great W
Record our F