For, unmoved, at its portal would WASHINGTON stand, Of its scabbard would leap, And conduct, with its point, every flash to the deep! While the earth bears a plant or the sea rolls its waves. Let Fame to the world sound America's voice; No intrigues can her sons from their government sever; Her pride is her ADAMS; her laws are his choice, And shall flourish, till Liberty slumbers forever. Then unite heart and hand, Like Leonidas' band, And swear to the God of the ocean and land, FRANCIS SCOTT KEY. Born in Maryland 1779-died 1843. THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER.* O! SAY, can you see by the dawn's early light What so proudly we hail'd at the twilight's last gleaming Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watch'd, were so gallantly stream ing! And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there; O! say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave On that shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep, *See Note 3. Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam, That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave; O! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand Between their loved homes and the war's desolation! Blest with victory and peace, may the heav'n-rescued land Praise the power that hath made and preserved us a nation. Then conquer we must, for our cause it is just; And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave WASHINGTON ALLSTON. Born in South Carolina 1799-died 1843. AMERICA TO GREAT BRITAIN.* ALL hail thou noble land, Our fathers' native soil! O'er the vast Atlantic wave to our shore: Canst reach to where the light Of Phoebus travels bright The world o'er! *See Note 4. The Genius of our clime, While the Tritons of the deep With their conchs the kindred league shall proclaim: Then let the world combine! O'er the main our naval line, Like the Milky Way, shall shine Though ages long have pass'd Since our fathers left their home, Their pilot in the blast, O'er untravel'd seas to roam, Yet lives the blood of England in our veins ! While the language, free and bold, How the vault of heaven rung, When Satan, blasted, fell with all his host,— Ten thousand echoes greet, From rock to rock repeat Round our coast,— While the manners, while the arts That mould a nation's soul, Still cling around our hearts, Our joint communion breaking with the sun : The voice of blood shall reach, More audible than speech, "We are One! JAMES KIRKE PAULDING.* Born in Duchess County, New York, 1779-died 1860. THE OLD MAN'S CAROUSAL. DRINK! drink! to whom shall we drink? Come! here's to the girl with a voice sweet and low, And here's to the friend, the one friend of my youth, And here's to a brace of twin cherubs of mine, Go seek them in heaven, for there they abide. A bumper, my boys! to a gray-headed pair, Who watched o'er my childhood with tenderest care, *See Note 5. WILLIAM MAXWELL-JOHN PIERPONT. And here's—but, alas! the good wine is no more, Then, a bumper of tears, boys! the banquet here ends, WILLIAM MAXWELL. Born at Norfolk, Virginia, 1784-died 1857. TO A FAIR LADY. FAIREST! mourn not for thy charms Sparrows, when they choose to pair, Earth, though dark, enjoys the honour JOHN PIERPONT. Born at Litchfield, Connecticut, 1785-died 1866. PLYMOUTH DEDICATION HYMN. They stood, in open air. When breaking day they greeted, And when its close was calm, The leafless woods repeated The music of their psalm. 11 |