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Written for the celebration of the 186th Anniversary of the landing of the first colonists in Plymouth, at the request of the NEW ENGLAND SOCIETY.
TUNE—HAIL COLUMBIA.
TH' Almighty gave the high behest,
“Rise an empire in the west,
Freedom's loved and last abode,
Freedom's loved and last abode:”
Our fathers bowed to HIS decree,
And dauntless braved an unknown sea;
Climbed the foaming precipice,
Plunged adown the black abyss,
Where the madding tempest raves,
Where meet the sky the mountain waves.
“Rise an empire in the west,
Freedom's loved and last abode,
Freedom's loved and last abode:”
Our fathers bowed to HIS decree,
And dauntless braved an unknown sea;
Climbed the foaming precipice,
Plunged adown the black abyss,
Where the madding tempest raves,
Where meet the sky the mountain waves.
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Sons of Freedom swell the song,
To sainted sires the notes prolong,
Till the echoing skies around,
Loud the trumpet-tone rebound.
To sainted sires the notes prolong,
Till the echoing skies around,
Loud the trumpet-tone rebound.
Lo, the heaven-protected band,
Seeks the forest fringed strand;
Roars the rough hybernal blast,
Roars the rough hybernal blast.
Countless perils 'wait them here,
Sickness pale, and famine drear.
Pining want and dire disease,
Float in every blasting breeze;—
Desolation's ghastly form
Rides in every death-winged storm.
CHORUS.Seeks the forest fringed strand;
Roars the rough hybernal blast,
Roars the rough hybernal blast.
Countless perils 'wait them here,
Sickness pale, and famine drear.
Pining want and dire disease,
Float in every blasting breeze;—
Desolation's ghastly form
Rides in every death-winged storm.
Sons of Freedom swell the song,
To sainted sires the notes prolong,
Till the echoing skies around,
Loud the trumpet-tone rebound.
To sainted sires the notes prolong,
Till the echoing skies around,
Loud the trumpet-tone rebound.
Murderous hordes of savage foes,
Round the pious pilgrims rose,
With flinty hearts and blood stained hands,
With flinty hearts and blood stained hands,
From horrour's haunts in wilds immense,
Lo the gloomy bands condense.
Hark! the war-whoop's frantick yell
Bursts from yonder dismal dell;—
Savage forms of demon's dire
Wrap the pilgrim's camp in fire!
CHORUS.Round the pious pilgrims rose,
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With flinty hearts and blood stained hands,
From horrour's haunts in wilds immense,
Lo the gloomy bands condense.
Hark! the war-whoop's frantick yell
Bursts from yonder dismal dell;—
Savage forms of demon's dire
Wrap the pilgrim's camp in fire!
Sons of Freedom, swell the song,
To sainted sires the notes prolong,
Till the echoing skies around,
Loud the trumpet-tone rebound.
To sainted sires the notes prolong,
Till the echoing skies around,
Loud the trumpet-tone rebound.
The God, at whose supreme behest,
Rose an empire in the west,
Freedom's loved and last abode,
Freedom's loved and last abode.
Protected still with mighty hand,
The Pilgrims in a barbarous land.
Raise the song of festive mirth
To those who gave an empire birth;
Their names and memories shall rest
Enshrined in every freeman's breast.
Rose an empire in the west,
Freedom's loved and last abode,
Freedom's loved and last abode.
Protected still with mighty hand,
The Pilgrims in a barbarous land.
Raise the song of festive mirth
To those who gave an empire birth;
Their names and memories shall rest
Enshrined in every freeman's breast.
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Swell, O swell, the choral song,
To sainted sires the notes prolong,
Till the echoing skies around,
Loud the trumphet-tone rebound.
To sainted sires the notes prolong,
Till the echoing skies around,
Loud the trumphet-tone rebound.
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