The soil to till, to freight the sea,

By valour's arm protected,

To plant an empire brave and free,

Their sacred views directed:

But more they feared, than tyrant's yoke, Insidious faction's fury;

For oft a worm destroys an oak,

Whose leaf that worm would bury.

Thus reared, our giant realm arose,

And claimed our sovereign charter :
Her life-blood warm from Adams rose,
And all her sons from Sparta.
Be free, Columbia ! proudest name
Fame's herald wafts in story:

Be free, thou youngest child of Fame,
Rule, brightest heir of Glory!

Thy Preble, mid the battle's ire,

Hath Africk's towers dejected; And Lybia's sands have flashed with fire, From Eaton's sword reflected.

Thy groves, which erst the hill or plain Entrenched from savage plunder,

To Naiads turned, must cleave the main, And sport with Neptune's thunder.

ODE.

Written for, and sung at the Anniversary of the American Independence, July 4, 1810.

HAIL! Hail, ye patriot spirits!

Ye chiefs of valiant deed!

To war-scarred bosoms point no more,
Your wounds no longer bleed.
Oh! ever bless the festal shrine

Your hovering shades explore!
While laurel-crowned, ye glide around,
And the Seraph Anthem pour-
It is our country's natal day,

We hail it and adore!

High o'er the rock of ages,

See Independence stride,

Her shield she stretches o'er the vale,

Her spear across the tide.

The harvests of her teeming soil,

She bids the waves expand,

Though tempest roars, around her shores,

It dies along her strand;

For the arm, that can the plough direct,

The trident can command.

The storm, that rent her forests

A thousand ages past,

Now sweeps their branches as they fly

Along the ocean blast.

Through every clime her banners float,
And greet the Northern Wane,
Where dimly bright, with wheeling light,
He pales the freezing plain;

And sees new Stars beneath the pole,

New Pleiads on the main.

The Sea is valour's charter,

A nation's wealthiest mine:

His foaming caves when ocean bares,
Not pearls, but heroes shine;
Aloft they mount the midnight surge,
Where shipwrecked spirits roam,
And oft the knell, is heard to swell,
Where bursting billows foam.

-Each storm a race of heroes rears,
To guard their native home.

But not the storm, that courses

The mountain and the deep, Like Rapine's secret, whirling pool, With tyrant, power can sweep: Th' Imperial Gulf can whelm the keel, Which tempests proudly bore;

In smooth serene, it glides unseen,

Till all its caverns roar;

Till all its hidden ledges crash,

And all its whirlwinds pour.

Rise, man's immortal spirit,

Stern Independence, rise;

Mid wrecks, that choak the pirate's cave,

Your tattered banner lies.

In fierce Napoleon's midnight cells

Your gallant sailor grieves;

In chains he lies, and wistful sighs
Towards his country heaves.
Rise Independence, wear thy crown,

Or strip its oaken leaves.

ODE.

Written for, and sung at the Anniversary of the American Independence, July 4, 1811.

Tune-"BATTLE OF THE NILE."

LET patriot pride our patriot triumph wake!

The Jubilee of Freedom relumes a Nation's soul!
On land, or main, no right of realm forsake.

Though warriour storms, like ocean tempests, roll.
Spread your banners, let Commerce, Industry directing,
Mantle the waves, by courage, Wealth protecting!
And new honours while we pay

To our Country's Natal Day,
Let us build her great renown,

From a soil and sea our own;

For Commerce, Agriculture, Art-rewarded shall be !
Huzza! Huzza! Huzza! Huzza! Huzza!
Heaven gave to Man the Charter to be free.
Huzza! Huzza! Huzza! Huzza! Huzza!
Columbia lives, and claims the great decree.

Arise! Arise! Columbia's Sons, Arise!
Assert, on the ocean, your Ocean's sovereign law;