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FREEDOM.

A SONG.

Ye statesmen and heroes, and patriot train,
Who dwell in Columbia's thrice happy plain,
Where the Goddess of Freedom her smiles sweet extends,
And peace in white vestments from Heaven descends;
O tune to fair Freedom your musical lays;
Let the vallies loud echo responsive your praise;
Let the song of the heart and of rapture arise,
And, wafted by zephyrs, ascend to the skies.

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Ye youths and fair maids, who trip graceful along,
O swell with your voices Columbia's glad song,
Where genius and beauty increasing prevail,
And innocence rambles the shadowy vale.
O tune to fair Freedom, &c.
Ye groves with your songsters, O join the fond strain,
Ye slow plaintive murmurs which float o'er the plain,
Let Hudson majestic the bass-chord resound,
And streams of the hills throw their warblings around.
O tune to fair Freedom, &c.
With pride on her brow, once Britain arose,
And sent forth her legions to damp our repose;
Unfurl'd her dread banners in these smiling lands,
And drew her stain'd sword to enforce her commands.
O tune to fair Freedom, &c.
But Liberty here erected her throne,
In garments celestial the bright Goddess shone;

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From Vernon's retreat, and contemplative shade,
She led forth her hero, in terror arrayed.
O tune to fair Freedom, &c.
The warrior's presence each bosom inspir'd,
Lull'd danger in peace, and to enterprize fir'd;
The blood-thirsty Britain degradingly fled,
And ever-green laurels encircled his head.
O tune to fair Freedom your musical lays;
Let the vallies loud echo responsive your praise;
Let the song of the heart and of rapture arise,
And, wafted by zephyrs, ascend to the skies.