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Now the sixth year of independence smiles,
The glorious meed of all our warlike toils;
Auspicious pow'r, with thy broad flag unfurl'd,
Shed thy stern influence on our western world!
With thy congenial flame our hearts inspire,
With manly patience and heroic fire,
The rudest shock of fortune's storm to bear:
Each ill to suffer; every death to dare;
To rush undaunted in th' advent'rous van,
And meet the Britons, man oppos'd to man;
With surer aim repel their barb'rous rage;
Shield the poor orphan, and the white-hair'd sage;
Defend the matron, and the virgin's charms,
And vindicate our sacred rights with arms.
This the great genius of our land requires,
This the blest shades of our illustrious sires,
This the brave sons of future years demand,
Cheers the faint heart, and nerves the feeble hand;
This sacred hope, that points beyond the span
Which bounds this transitory life of man,
Where glory lures us with her bright renown,
The hero's triumph, and the patriot's crown;
The fair reward to suff'ring virtue giv'n,
Pure robes of bliss, and starry thrones in heav'n.
The glorious meed of all our warlike toils;
Auspicious pow'r, with thy broad flag unfurl'd,
Shed thy stern influence on our western world!
With thy congenial flame our hearts inspire,
With manly patience and heroic fire,
The rudest shock of fortune's storm to bear:
Each ill to suffer; every death to dare;
To rush undaunted in th' advent'rous van,
And meet the Britons, man oppos'd to man;
With surer aim repel their barb'rous rage;
Shield the poor orphan, and the white-hair'd sage;
Defend the matron, and the virgin's charms,
And vindicate our sacred rights with arms.
This the great genius of our land requires,
This the blest shades of our illustrious sires,
This the brave sons of future years demand,
Cheers the faint heart, and nerves the feeble hand;
This sacred hope, that points beyond the span
Which bounds this transitory life of man,
Where glory lures us with her bright renown,
The hero's triumph, and the patriot's crown;
The fair reward to suff'ring virtue giv'n,
Pure robes of bliss, and starry thrones in heav'n.
| The miscellaneous works of David Humphreys | |