| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| When first the Sun o'er Ocean glowed (fl) |
243-244 |
8 |
| Ye sons of Columbia, who bravely have fought (fl) |
245-247 |
9 |
| Bleak lowered the morn; the howling snow-drift blew (fl) |
248-249 |
|
| To arms, to arms, when Honour cries (fl) |
250-251 |
7 |
| What arm a sinking State can save (fl) |
252-253 |
8 |
| Street was a Ruin, and Night's horrid glare, The (fl) |
254-255 |
3 |
| O'er the swift-flowing stream, as the tree broke in air (fl) |
256-257 |
6 |
| When first the Mitre's wrath to shun (fl) |
258-260 |
6 |
| To the shades of our ancestors loud is the praise (fl) |
261-262 |
4 |
| Sweet Minstrel, who to mortal ears (fl) |
263-264 |
4 |
| Sainted shades, who dar'd to brave (fl) |
265-266 |
4 |
| Blest on his own paternal farm (fl) |
267-269 |
5 |
| Shall man, stern man, 'gainst Heaven's behest (fl) |
270-271 |
5 |
| Wide o'er the wilderness of waves (fl) |
272-273 |
5 |
| Hail! Hail, ye patriot spirits! (fl) |
274-276 |
6 |
| Let patriot pride our patriot triumph wake! (fl) |
277-279 |
4 |
| On the tent-plains of Shinah, truth's mystical clime (fl) |
280-282 |
5 |
| Blest be the sacred fire (fl) |
283-285 |
7 |
| Steed of Apollo, in coursing the day, The (fl) |
286-287 |
6 |
| Sound the trumpet of Fame! Swell the paean again! (fl) |
288-291 |
9 |