Back to the pathless forest, Before the peep of day. Grave men there are by broad Santee, Grave men with hoary hairs; William Cullen Bryant. HAIL, COLUMBIA. Hail, Columbia. HAIL, Columbia! happy land! Hail, ye heroes! heaven-born band! Who fought and bled in Freedom's cause Ever mindful what it cost, Let its altar reach the skies. CHORUS. Firm united let us be, Immortal patriots, rise once more, While offering peace, sincere and just, And every scheme of bondage fail. — CHO. Sound, sound the trump of fame! Ring thro' the world with loud applause! With equal skill, with steady pow'r, Of horrid war, or guides with ease Behold the chief who now commands, -Joseph Hopkinson. |