William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
The American Patriots SongH
Exultingly roll from the shore to the sea,
With a voice that resounds through her boundless dominions?
’Tis Columbia calls on her sons to be free!
How she starts from her proud, inaccessible seat;
With nature’s impregnable ramparts around her,
And the cataract’s thunder and foam at her feet!
While the soul-stirring notes of her warrior song
From the rock to the valley re-echo, “Awaken,
Awaken, ye hearts that have slumber’d too long!”
In a vassalage vile, ere its weakness was known;
Till we learn’d that the links of the chain that controll’d us
Were forged by the fears of its captives alone.
Despised as detested—pause well ere ye dare
To cope with a people whose spirits and feeling
Are roused by remembrance and steel’d by despair.
The proud surges that sweep o’er the strand that confines them,
But presume not again to give freemen a law,
Nor think with the chains they have broken to bind them.
Resistance is idle,—and numbers a dream;—
They burst from control, as the mountain stream rushes
From its fetters of ice, in the warmth of the beam.