William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
On Crossing Lake Champlain in the Steamboat PhnixLucretia Maria Davidson (18081825)
(Written in her fourteenth year)
I
In thy breast rich treasures lie;
Heroes! there your bones shall moulder,
But your fame shall never die.
Sleep serenely in thy bed;
Brightest gem our waves can boast,
Guardian angel of the dead!
Till great Nature’s reign is o’er;
Until old and swift-wing’d Time
Sinks, and order is no more.
Then shall rock thy aged bed;
And when Heaven’s last trump shall sound,
Thou shalt yield thy noble dead!