  On echo's pinions words inspired went ringing through the land, To bid the colonies as one for Independence stand, And Adams, Franklin, Livingston, were typical of men Who watched the march prophetic of the Jeffersonian pen, Which wrote: "We are and ought to be" and lo! they seemed to see A wreath of golden glory frame the magic emblem "free!" Oh, deep the joy that stirred the brave as Philadelphia's bell Gave forth the grateful tidings in a fervent "all is well!" And sternest voices quivered while the laughter born of tears Disclosed a richer cadence in the quick, triumphant cheers; Though gazing down the vale of time, how could they then behold The beauty of a government of so divine a mould? While booming cannon shook the shore for many a dreary day, Columbia stood majestic 'mid the ardor of the fray; And in the act which swept aside the royalty of birth Beheld a matchless kingdom, and the emperor was Worth. No more could Monarchy pretend to plant an iron heel Upon a weary people or the last forlorn appeal; And when Britannia rashly strove to break the spell defeat, She only made the footing of the Union more complete. For, by Mount Vernon's sacred shade, on Erie's broad expanse, The foe again was banished by the steady cry: "Advance!" And laurel wreathed must Perry's name indelibly be traced Upon the roll of honor which can never be effaced. The "Glorious Fourth" of Sixty-three saw Vicksburg doomed to fall, As gallant sons of Freedom pressed rebellion to the wall; And while progression's brilliant light illumes the tender sky The heroes of the present must the present need supply. What happiness to meditate on how the nation grew Till swift electric chargers dare the steeds of steam pursue; How good it is to feel, to know, the truth of this decree |
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