The New York Journal, And Daily Patriotic Register

AMERICAN POETRY.

SONG sung in the GRAND PROCESSION, at Portsmouth.
To the new tune—"UNION."

As the northern from the southern pole
Hence be banished, exiled, selfish cares,
While freedom's genius animates each soul,
To hail the rising of her federal stars.

In rapt'rous hymns
Your voices raise;
Columbia's song,
In accents strong,
Shall echo to our joys, and dwell on ev'ry tongue.

Nine federal states politically joined
With glorious rays our hemisphere adorn;
As splendid stars in amity combined.
Rise, the auspicious harbingers of morn.

In rapt'rous lays, &c.

Hail radiant constellation! spring of day!
Ye stars of magnitude in splendour vie!
Come, chase the night of discord far away,
And break the morn of peace to joyful eyes.

In rapt'rous lays, &c.

Confederated justice hence shall poise
Her equal balance through the favourite land;
And heav'n born truth, with seraph's mildest voice
O'er this new world shall hold supreme command.

In rapt'rous lays, &c.

Hence local animosities shall cease.
Insurgency no more shall find a name
Nor civil discord interrupt our peace,
Nor check AMERICA! thy rising fame.

In rapt'rous lays, &c.

Here science shall her genial rays impart;
The arts of peace shall bless the fertile soil,
And wide extended commerce find a mart,
For all the fruits of cheerful labour's toil.

In rapt'rous lays, &c.

In perfect concord shall our councils move;
And wond'ring nations bend the list'ning ear;
While wisdom, justice, harmony and love,
Compleat a concert heav'n itself might hear.

In rapt'rous lays,
Your voices raise
Columbia's song,
In accents strong,
Shall echo to our joys, and dwell on ev'ry tongue.