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MR. CLAY'S RECEPTION AT RALEIGH, APRIL, 1844.
Salute the august train, a scene so grand,
With every tuneful band,
The mighty brave,
His country bound to save,
Extends his aiding hand,
For joy his vot'ries whoop and stamp,
Excited by the blaze of pomp,
Let every eye
The scene descry,
The sons of freedom's land.
With every tuneful band,
The mighty brave,
His country bound to save,
Extends his aiding hand,
For joy his vot'ries whoop and stamp,
Excited by the blaze of pomp,
Let every eye
The scene descry,
The sons of freedom's land.
They look ten thousand, stars turn their gaze,
To give the hero praise—
Immortal Clay,
The cause is to portray,
Your tuneful voices raise;
The light of Columbian sun,
Breaks from his patriot throne,
Let all admire,
The faithful sire,
The chief musician plays.
To give the hero praise—
Immortal Clay,
The cause is to portray,
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The light of Columbian sun,
Breaks from his patriot throne,
Let all admire,
The faithful sire,
The chief musician plays.
Ye bustling crowds give way, proclaims the dru
And give the patriot room,
The cannon's sound,
The blast of trumpets bound,
Be this our father's home,
Now let the best musician play,
A skillful tune for Henry Clay,
Let every ear,
With transport hear,
The President is come.
And give the patriot room,
The cannon's sound,
The blast of trumpets bound,
Be this our father's home,
Now let the best musician play,
A skillful tune for Henry Clay,
Let every ear,
With transport hear,
The President is come.
Let sister States greet the Columbian feast,
With each admiring guest,
Thou art our choice,
Let ev'ry joyful voice,
Sound from the East to West,
Let haughty Albions lion roar,
The eagle must prevail to soar,
And in lov'ly form,
Above the storm,
Erect her peaceful nest.
With each admiring guest,
Thou art our choice,
Let ev'ry joyful voice,
Sound from the East to West,
Let haughty Albions lion roar,
The eagle must prevail to soar,
And in lov'ly form,
Above the storm,
Erect her peaceful nest.
Beyond each empire she throws her eye,
Which lifted to the sky,
No thunders roll,
To agitate her soul,
Beneath her feet they fly,
Let skillful fingers sweep the lyre,
Strike every ear, set hearts on fire,
Let monarchs sleep,
Beyond the deep,
And howling faction die.
Which lifted to the sky,
No thunders roll,
To agitate her soul,
Beneath her feet they fly,
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Strike every ear, set hearts on fire,
Let monarchs sleep,
Beyond the deep,
And howling faction die.
Nor hence forget the scene applauding day,
When every heart was gay,
The universal swell,
Rushed from the loud town bell,
In awful, grand array,
We see them from the bright parade,
And hark! a gladdening march is played,
Along the street,
The theme is sweet,
For every voice is, Clay.
When every heart was gay,
The universal swell,
Rushed from the loud town bell,
In awful, grand array,
We see them from the bright parade,
And hark! a gladdening march is played,
Along the street,
The theme is sweet,
For every voice is, Clay.
To the Capitol the low and upland peers,
Resort with princely fears,
And homage pay;
A long huzza for Clay,
Falls on our ears,
Loud from his lips the thunders roll,
And fill with wonder every soul:
Round the sire of the State,
All concentrate,
And every mortal hears.
Resort with princely fears,
And homage pay;
A long huzza for Clay,
Falls on our ears,
Loud from his lips the thunders roll,
And fill with wonder every soul:
Round the sire of the State,
All concentrate,
And every mortal hears.
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