William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
An American Song: Oer fair Columbias awful browO
Dark clouds revolving rose,
Till Truth’s bright rays dispell’d the gloom,
And recognised her foes.
Had lurk’d, delusive sprite,
But patriotism rent the veil,
And dragg’d him into light.
In solemn state convened,
The impious fiend was found to stand,
His many faults unscreen’d.
Where night and chaos reign,
Placed Concord on Columbia’s throne,
There ever to remain.
No diplomatic skill
With golden bribe shall e’er divide
Our government and will.
See Peace and Honour sway:
United, firm, sublime we’ll rise
Where Honour points the way.
The rising arts shall shine,
And Science, with her flowery wreaths,
Each youthful brow entwine.
Our brilliant flag displays,
Our stars shall glitter through the world
And light it with their rays.
For joy thy sons shall crown:
While we, in chorus, drink and sing
Adams and Washington.