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are my reasons for not entertaining that high opinion of untried
force, by which many gentlemen, for whose sentiments in other
particulars I have great respect, seem to be so greatly captivated.
But there is still behind a third consideration concerning
this object, which serves to determine my opinion on the sort
of policy which ought to be pursued in the management of America,
even more than its population and its commerce: I mean
its temper and character.
Fear ye foes who kill for hire?
In the God of battles trust
Risen on mid-noon;"
and the sky on which you closed
your eyes was cloudless.
On the smooth green, where
the fresh leaf is springing,
Over the hillsides the knell
Gaily the plume of the horseman
Snow-girdled crags where the
hoarse wind is raving,
Green be the graves where her
martyrs are lying !
The injustice of England has
driven me to arms; and, blinded to her own interest, she has
obstinately persisted, till independence is now within our grasp.
We have but to reach forth to it, and it is ours. Why,
then, should we defer the Declaration?
As the bleak Atlantic currents
"Will they do it?" "Dare
they do it?"
So they beat against the portal
Aloft in that high steeple
See ! see ! the dense crowd
Hushed the people's swelling
How they shouted ! What
That old bell now is silent,
Woe to the English soldiery
that little dread us near !
Then sweet the hour that brings
release from danger and from toil !
Well knows the fair and friendly
moon the band that Marion leads,
Grave men there are by broad
Santee, grave men with hoary hairs,
By starlight and moonlight,
With slow tread and still tread
The dark wave, the plumed wave,
A sharp clang, a steel clang,
With calm brow, steady brow,
In the long night, the still
'Neath the blue morn, the sunny
From the Fame-leaf and Angel-leaf,
The earth which bears this
Now all is hushed: the
Nor thou alone: with
one glad voice
YE sons of Columbia, who bravely
In a clime, whose rich vales
feed the marts of the world,
The fame of our arms, of our
laws the mild sway,
While France her huge limbs
bathes recumbent in blood,
'Tis the fire of the flint,
each American warms;
Our mountains are crowned with
Let our patriots destroy Anarch's
Should the Tempest of War overshadow
Let Fame to the world sound
Special Note: this was to be sung to the tune of the English drinking song To Anacreon in Heaven
AMERICA! At this thy Golden Gate,
New travelled from those portals of the West,
Parting I make my reverence! It were best
With backward looks to quit a Queen in state!
Land of all lands most fair, and free, and great,
Of countless kindred lips, wherefrom I heard
Sweet speech of Shakespeare keep it consecrate
For noble uses! Land of Freedom's Bird,
Fearless and proud! so let him soar that, stirred
With generous joy, all lands may learn from thee
A larger life, and Europe, undeterred
By ancient dreads, dare also to be free
Body and Soul, seeing thine eagle gaze
Undazzled, upon Freedom's sun full-blaze.
Libera nos, Domine Deliver us, O Lord,
Not only from British dependence, but also
FROM a junto that labor for
From groups at St. James's
who slight our Petitions,
From pirates sent out by command
of the king
From the valiant Dunmore, with
his crew of banditti
From bishops in Britain, who
butchers are grown,
From Tryon, the mighty, who
flies from our city,
From the caitiff, Lord North,
who would bind us in chains,
From a kingdom that bullies,
and hectors, and swears,
That noble instrument upon your table, that insures immortality to its author, should be subscribed this very morning by every pen in this house. He that will not respond to its accents, and strain every nerve to carry into effect its provisions, is unworthy of the name of free man.
For my own part, of property, I have some; of reputation, more. That reputation is staked, that property is pledged on the issue of this contest; and although these grey hairs must soon descend into the sepulcher, I would infinitely rather that they descend thither by the hand of the executioner than desert at this crisis the sacred cause of my country.
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