Birth-day song of liberty :: :: University of Virginia Library

Now the Olympian Thunders no longer shall rattle
Their chains on the summit of Heaven's proud Hill;
Nor the Clarion of War call the Gods down to battle,
For the Angel of Peace walks in triumph here still.
Then the chain that once clanked round the limbs of the Angel
On the Caucasus-Rock, by the Prophet is riven;
For the lips of the Lord spoke that withering Evangel
Which smote down to Hell the Usurper from Heaven!
Now the last solemn swing of the Death-bell goes tolling,
From the Watchtowers of Freedom, across the deep sea,
For the Tyrant's swift death, like an ocean-wave rolling
Through the Land of the Beautiful, the Land of the Free.
Then strike the bold harp! &c.