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PRINTERS' JUBILEE
Hark! 'twas the trumpet of Freedom that sounded,
Millions of voices respond to the strain,
Hailing the day when an empire was founded,
Firm as our mountains, and free as the main!
Brightly the star of its glory is beaming—
Loudly the pæans of gladness arise!
Gayly our star-spangled banners are streaming;
Proudly our cannon are shaking the skies.
'T is Freedom's jubilee,
Then join ye brave and free,
Hail its return, independent and blest!
Wake music's sweetest voice,
Long may we thus rejoice!
Hail to Columbia, the queen of the West!
Millions of voices respond to the strain,
Hailing the day when an empire was founded,
Firm as our mountains, and free as the main!
Brightly the star of its glory is beaming—
Loudly the pæans of gladness arise!
Gayly our star-spangled banners are streaming;
Proudly our cannon are shaking the skies.
'T is Freedom's jubilee,
Then join ye brave and free,
Hail its return, independent and blest!
Wake music's sweetest voice,
Long may we thus rejoice!
Hail to Columbia, the queen of the West!
Dark was the gloom which her temple surrounded,
Sad were the sighs that exhausted her breath,
When, from its deep-vaulted roof, first resounded,
The soul-stirring words, “Independence or death!”
Franklin, the pride of our art and the nation,
Fixed on the charter of glory his seal,
Freemen confirmed it, with loud acclamation,
Heaven has sanctioned the solemn appeal.
Sons of the brightest art
Heaven can to man impart,
Join in the chorus—our country is blest—
This is her Jubilee,
Long shall her sons be free!
Hail to Columbia, the queen of the West!
Sad were the sighs that exhausted her breath,
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The soul-stirring words, “Independence or death!”
Franklin, the pride of our art and the nation,
Fixed on the charter of glory his seal,
Freemen confirmed it, with loud acclamation,
Heaven has sanctioned the solemn appeal.
Sons of the brightest art
Heaven can to man impart,
Join in the chorus—our country is blest—
This is her Jubilee,
Long shall her sons be free!
Hail to Columbia, the queen of the West!
Long was the struggle for freedom and glory;
Fierce was the conflict our fathers sustained;
Bright are their actions emblazoned in story:
Long may we guard what their valor obtained.
Hail to the art which such zeal could awaken!
Long may it flourish, their sons to inspire;
Freedom for ever the world had forsaken,
Had not the press been “a pillar of fire.”
Sons of the brightest art
Heaven can to man impart,
Join in the chorus—our country is blest—
This is her jubilee,
Long may her sons be free;
Hail to Columbia, the queen of the West!
Fierce was the conflict our fathers sustained;
Bright are their actions emblazoned in story:
Long may we guard what their valor obtained.
Hail to the art which such zeal could awaken!
Long may it flourish, their sons to inspire;
Freedom for ever the world had forsaken,
Had not the press been “a pillar of fire.”
Sons of the brightest art
Heaven can to man impart,
Join in the chorus—our country is blest—
This is her jubilee,
Long may her sons be free;
Hail to Columbia, the queen of the West!
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