William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
IndependenceWilliam Ray (17711827)
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Through every age, to every clime,
Shall wake the raptured lay,
To usher in the festal morn;
For Independence first was born
On this auspicious day.
Behold our fearless squadron stand,
The terror of the main:
’Twas these that awed the turban’d race,
Brought beys and bashaws to disgrace,
And broke the captive’s chain.
Who all the joys of freedom know,
Columbia’s standard rear;
And let your blazing cannons’ roar,
Proclaim aloud to Britain’s shore,
That Liberty is here.
The immortal heroes who have bled,
Their country to defend;
Let grateful toasts re-echo round,
And let their fame’s eternal sound
From earth to heaven ascend.
Or moon and stars illume the night,
Or vessels swim the sea;
Our heroes will our rights maintain,
Our land eternally remain
United, bless’d, and free.