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SONS OF FAUST.
Sons of Faust, to whom belong
Hearts and arms for freedom strong,
Festive rites, and patriot song,
Join in revelry!
Raise the tributary lay,
'T is Columbia's natal day,
Let each heart be light and gay,
Heirs of liberty!
Hearts and arms for freedom strong,
Festive rites, and patriot song,
Join in revelry!
Raise the tributary lay,
'T is Columbia's natal day,
Let each heart be light and gay,
Heirs of liberty!
Banish hence each petty feud.
Let no selfish care intrude,
'T is the hour for gratitude,
Social mirth and glee!
While the sparkling rubies swim,
Round each mantling goblet's brim,
Quaff them ere their light be dim,
Drink to liberty!
Let no selfish care intrude,
'T is the hour for gratitude,
Social mirth and glee!
While the sparkling rubies swim,
Round each mantling goblet's brim,
Quaff them ere their light be dim,
Drink to liberty!
Think what cause for joy is our,
In this land of fruits and flowers,
Splendid towns, and shady bowers,
Blessed with liberty!
Freed from sceptre, crown, and throne,
Independence is our own,
Never, but to Heaven alone,
Will we bend the knee!
In this land of fruits and flowers,
Splendid towns, and shady bowers,
Blessed with liberty!
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Independence is our own,
Never, but to Heaven alone,
Will we bend the knee!
Peace and plenty, through the land,
Scatter joys on every hand,
Bidding grateful hearts expand,
On our jubilee!
Hark the cannon's martial roar,
Loud proclaims from shore to shore,
That Columbia's sons adore
Heaven-born liberty!
Scatter joys on every hand,
Bidding grateful hearts expand,
On our jubilee!
Hark the cannon's martial roar,
Loud proclaims from shore to shore,
That Columbia's sons adore
Heaven-born liberty!
We who boast the matchless art
Which can light and truth impart,
Let us all, with hand and heart,
Keep the jubilee!
'T is our ART, and that alone,
Makes the worth of freedom known,
While admiring millions own,
That has made them free!
Which can light and truth impart,
Let us all, with hand and heart,
Keep the jubilee!
'T is our ART, and that alone,
Makes the worth of freedom known,
While admiring millions own,
That has made them free!
What inspired our sires to brave
Ocean's rough, tempestuous wave,
Seeking freedom, or a grave,
Death, or liberty?
'T was the PRESS, a beacon-light,
Beaming on their mental sight,
Led them through that gloomy night,
O'er the stormy sea!
Ocean's rough, tempestuous wave,
Seeking freedom, or a grave,
Death, or liberty?
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Beaming on their mental sight,
Led them through that gloomy night,
O'er the stormy sea!
This sustained them in the field,
This compelled the foe to yield,
This is freedom's sword and shield,
This proclaims us free!
Let us, then, our joy express,
For the blessings we possess,
While a free unshackled PRESS
Guards our liberty!
This compelled the foe to yield,
This is freedom's sword and shield,
This proclaims us free!
Let us, then, our joy express,
For the blessings we possess,
While a free unshackled PRESS
Guards our liberty!
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