William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
Rise, ColumbiaRobert Treat Paine, Jr. (17731811)
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And earth unveil’d her virgin breast,
Supreme mid nature’s vast abode,
Was heard the Almighty’s dread behest,
Rise, Columbia, Columbia, brave and free,
Poise the globe and bound the sea.
Will ages grope, debased and blind;
With blood the human hand be stain’d,
With tyrant power, the human mind.
Rise, Columbia, &c.
The star-directed pilgrim sails;
See! fell’d by Commerce, float thy woods;
And clothed by Ceres, wave thy vales!
Rise, Columbia, &c.
The sacred rights I gave, oppose;
In thee, the asylum of mankind,
Shall welcome nations find repose.
Rise, Columbia, &c.
Peace, and her offspring Arts, be thine:
The face of Freedom scarce has charms,
When, on her cheeks, no dimples shine.
Rise, Columbia, &c.
To bless, thy nobler triumphs prove;
And though the eagle haunts thy pines,
Beneath thy willows shield the dove.
Rise, Columbia, &c.
Be thine to rule the wayward hour:
Bid death unbar the watery grave,
And Vulcan yield to Neptune’s power.
Rise, Columbia, &c.
No shore nor realm shall bound thy sway,
While all the virtues own thy reign,
And subject elements obey!
Rise, Columbia, brave and free,
Bless the globe, and rule the sea!