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William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.

Prophecy

Inscribed to Commodore John Rodgers—1813

INTREPID veteran of the wave,

Rodgers!—whose fame could terror bring

To them—the boldest of the brave,

The chosen of their island-king.

Veteran! ere time’s imperious sway

Has brought the high meridian hour,

Or changed one jetty lock to gray,

Or touch’d thee with its wizard power—

Attend! for thou art Glory’s son,

Born mid the battle’s blaze to shine,

And known, when danger’s deed is done,

To make the mildest mercies thine.

Hear what the poet-prophet knows:—

Triumph is thine; and, added fame,

Even ere the annual summer glows,

The deadly contest meets thy claim.

The green Atlantic felt thy sway,

As erst from dawn to fading light

Thy hero-helm’s impetuous way

Pursued the foe’s elusive flight.

That green Atlantic is thy field:

There, though redoubling hosts assail,

The ocean’s lord to thee shall yield,

And thee, humane in victory, hail.