William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
The Fabric of FreedomJonathan Williams
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To sing our fabric’s fame:
By patriots raised, celestial maid!
It boasts thy sacred name:
On thy broad basis may it be
The pride and safeguard of the free!
And grasps her rightful sword;
As Truth directs, she never fails
To punish or reward:
Here, equal law is Virtue’s guide,
And Virtue’s sons therein confide.
Extends her blessings far;
Though, by her dictates ruled, we may
Be still prepared for war:
The force which from our union grows
Shall aid our friends, and crush our foes.
On freedom, strength, and peace;
By Virtue loved, by Faction fear’d:
For Faction’s self must cease.
Contented now, we’ll happy live,
While industry and trade shall thrive.
Adorn each waving field:
Come, with Pomona by thy side,
And fruitful harvests yield:
The heavenly pair their favours shower,
And Agriculture owns their power.
Flies the restraint of kings;
And foreign riches to this land,
From every climate brings.
Bless’d by her smiles, we soon shall find,
That where she’s free, she’s always kind.
To this new world belong!
And infant Muses joy impart
In strains of sportive song.
Apollo see! with glory dress’d,
Appears, refulgent, in the west.
A seat to Freedom dear,
Where virtuous strangers find a home,
And no oppression fear.
These rising states shall be renown’d;
By Plenty, Art, and Science crown’d.