William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
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The reign of terror now is o’er;
Its gags, inquisitors, and spies,
Its herds of harpies are no more!
Rejoice! Columbia’s sons, rejoice!
To tyrants never bend the knee,
But join, with heart, and soul, and voice,
For Jefferson and Liberty.
Her cities, forests, shores, and dales,
In rising majesty, sublime,
Immortal Liberty prevails.
Rejoice! Columbia’s sons, &c.
Illustrious, memorable morn!
That Freedom’s fabric from decay
Rebuilds, for millions yet unborn.
Rejoice! Columbia’s sons, &c.
In virtue and in talents tried,
Now rises to assume the sway,
O’er Freedom’s temple to preside.
Rejoice! Columbia’s sons, &c.
No hireling band shall e’er arise,
Array’d in tyranny’s defence,
To crush an injured people’s cries.
Rejoice! Columbia’s sons, &c.
Shall wring from industry the food;
Nor fiery bigot’s holy laws
Lay waste our fields and streets in blood.
Rejoice! Columbia’s sons, &c.
Compell’d by tyranny to roam,
Shall find, amidst abundant stores,
A nobler and a happier home.
Rejoice! Columbia’s sons, &c.
Wealth, Industry, and Peace divine;
And where dark, pathless forests spread,
Rich fields and lofty cities shine.
Rejoice! Columbia’s sons, &c.
A friendly waste of waves between,
Here plenty cheers the humblest cot,
And smiles on every village-green.
Rejoice! Columbia’s sons, &c.
To every soul and sect shall be
That sacred privilege of our race,
The worship of the Deity.
Rejoice! Columbia’s sons, &c.
Ten thousand more we owe to thee.
Immortal may their memories shine,
Who fought and died for Liberty.
Rejoice! Columbia’s sons, &c.
What soul, but inspiration draws?
Who would not guard so dear a right,
Or die in such a glorious cause?
Rejoice! Columbia’s sons, &c.
But should they touch the sacred tree,
Twice fifty thousand swords would flame
For Jefferson and Liberty.
Rejoice! Columbia’s sons, &c.
From seas to Mississippi’s shore,
Ye sons of Freedom, loud proclaim,
“The reign of terror is no more.”
Rejoice! Columbia’s sons, &c.