William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
Januaryan Ode, for 1787L
Hail-storms and winds in thunders loud,
Stern Capri and Aquarius ride;
But when their agate key display
The ruby gates of orient day,
Applaud the infant year’s emerging pride.
Adieu to Memory’s painted plain,
While Phœbus holds his doubtful sway:
No music warbles through the grove,
No more with devious steps we rove,
For greater darkness shares the lingering day.
The snow-topp’d cot, the candied drill:
The river’s shining pavement floor:
The leafless wood, the sterile field,
With mists restrain’d, but half-reveal’d,
And cataracts’ loud surges’ lasting roar.
Bless’d offspring sprung from Liberty:
While circling time renews the strain;
Beneath a federal fostering care,
May ships unnumber’d ride in air,
Like lordly forests flow the trembling main.
Whate’er the torrid regions hide,
Columbia’s sons, exert your powers;
With matchless gems and precious ore
Collected from each foreign shore,
Old Ocean rolls them to your favour’d bowers.
And Love with Honour firm unite;
Again shall Plenty fill her horn:
For they who stored the barn and field
Shall taste the pleasing sweets they yield,
And bless the coming of each growing morn.
Let Mirth repeat the jocund tale,
With Harmony’s attractive mien;
Let Amity, the voice of Joy,
Let Love his pleasing wiles employ:
For Time will close the variegated scene.