William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
LibertyWilliam Bingham Tappan (17941849)
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The symbol shone afar;
I saw her rear the severing brand,
The panoply of war.
She smote the subject sea;
The billows tumbled at her feet;
Her name was Victory.
The heir of deathless fame,
Rude Persecution’s lovely child,
And Valour was her name.
Fresh laurels wreathed her hair;
’Twas Virtue fired her youthful breast;
’Twas Freedom flourish’d there.
She shook Oppression’s throne;
Proud Valour met the insulting foe,
And Victory was her own!