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THE EAGLES OF COLUMBIA.
A NATIONAL SONG.
The Eagles of Columbia!
How gallantly they fly,
With vengeance in their awful swoop,
With lightning in their eye!—
When perched upon our standard bright
Above the stripes and stars,
They shall wave o'er the brave
In the thunder-storm of Mars.
How gallantly they fly,
With vengeance in their awful swoop,
With lightning in their eye!—
When perched upon our standard bright
Above the stripes and stars,
They shall wave o'er the brave
In the thunder-storm of Mars.
The colors of Columbia!—
Her son who roams the earth,
Tho' frozen at the icy pole,
Or scorched on Cancer's hearth,
Shall look upon them, and forget
His sufferings and woes,
For they wave o'er the brave
Where the breeze of ocean blows.
Her son who roams the earth,
Tho' frozen at the icy pole,
Or scorched on Cancer's hearth,
Shall look upon them, and forget
His sufferings and woes,
For they wave o'er the brave
Where the breeze of ocean blows.
The soldier, ere the signal flies
Along the waiting line,
Beholds his country's bird with pride
And kindles at the shrine!
Resolved thro' blood and carnage dire
To bear it safely, for
It shall wave o'er the brave
In the sulphur cloud of war.
Along the waiting line,
Beholds his country's bird with pride
And kindles at the shrine!
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To bear it safely, for
It shall wave o'er the brave
In the sulphur cloud of war.
The sailor, ere the foeman strikes,
Aloft shall glance his eye
To where, fast-nailed for victory,
Columbia's colors fly;
And when the vollied thunder breaks,
Forth-ushering death and woe,
They shall wave o'er the brave
On the gory decks below.
Aloft shall glance his eye
To where, fast-nailed for victory,
Columbia's colors fly;
And when the vollied thunder breaks,
Forth-ushering death and woe,
They shall wave o'er the brave
On the gory decks below.
When Peace, with all her smiling train,
Moves sweetly thro' the land,
And patriots to their homes retire
And sheathe the glittering brand—
Victoriously our Eagles fly
When war's commotions cease;
They shall wave o'er the brave
In the stilling beams of Peace.
Moves sweetly thro' the land,
And patriots to their homes retire
And sheathe the glittering brand—
Victoriously our Eagles fly
When war's commotions cease;
They shall wave o'er the brave
In the stilling beams of Peace.
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