William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
ProphecyI
Rodgers!—whose fame could terror bring
To them—the boldest of the brave,
The chosen of their island-king.
Has brought the high meridian hour,
Or changed one jetty lock to gray,
Or touch’d thee with its wizard power—
Born mid the battle’s blaze to shine,
And known, when danger’s deed is done,
To make the mildest mercies thine.
Triumph is thine; and, added fame,
Even ere the annual summer glows,
The deadly contest meets thy claim.
As erst from dawn to fading light
Thy hero-helm’s impetuous way
Pursued the foe’s elusive flight.
There, though redoubling hosts assail,
The ocean’s lord to thee shall yield,
And thee, humane in victory, hail.