The New Hampshire Gazette

The following SONG was composed by J. M. Sewall, Esq. and sung at the celebration of President Adams's birth-day, in this town, on Wednesday last, when the President entered his 64th Year.
Tune—'Adams and Liberty."

COLUMBIA exult! thy own ADAMS still lives!
I.
The terror of Traitors, and pride of our Nation!
Mid clouds of detraction, still glorious survives,
Sedition's dread scourge, and his Country's salvation.
Let his fame then resound
The wide Universe round,
'Till Heav'n's starry-arch the loud chorus rebound!
Such honors, pure virtue from gratitude claim,
Till the Sun is extinct, and the Globe all on flame!

II.
As bright Sol, whom the planets exulting obey,
Darts thro'clouds those glad-beams that enliven creation,
So ADAMS, 'midst tempests and storms, with his ray
Of mild sway,
Of our System; the centre and soul! holds his station;
Tho' dire comets may rise:
Let them meet but his eyes:
And in tangents, they whirl and retreat thro'the skies.
Our Sun, Regent, Centre! then ever extol,
'Till yon Orb cease to shine, and those Planets to roll.

III.
As gold try'd by fire, leaves the dross' all behind.
So, Slander'd by Jacobin-Sons of sedition,
ADAMS bursts forth resplendent, as Saints are refin'd:
From the furnace of Satan, that son of perdition
Then let ADAMS be sung
By each Patriot-tongue,
And Columbia's loud lyre be to ecstasy strung!
These honors, such worth must from gratitude claim:
Till the Sun is extinct, and the Heav'ns are on flame!

IV.
To Neptune's vast kingdom, where oceans
Display'd; is our Standard, our Eagle respected,
This change to great ADAMS and Wisdom we owe—
Now our Commerce rides safe, by our Cannon protected.
Then—Three Cheers to our Fleet!
May-they Never retreat,
But with prize after prize, their lov'd PRESIDENT greet.
And ne'er may Columbians grow cold in His praise,
Till the Sun is extinct, & the Universe blaze!

V.
But while our young Navy such rapture excites
Our Heroes by Land, claim our warm admiration,
With manhood and youth, ev'n the infant unites,
Sons of Heroes! boast, pride, and defence of our Nation
Such a spirit's gone forth
Of true valour and worth,
'T would be arduous to tame it, all pow'rs upon earth!
Twas ADAMS inspir'd it—to HIM be the praise,
Long as Cynthia shall shine, or the Sun dart his rays!

VI.
But turn us to Europe—how fares it with France?
What!—confounded! amaz'd!—such astonishment ne'er—rose!
From the North bursts SUWARROW! I see him advance!
That Victor of Victors! that hero of heroes!
Hardy Russian! Mon-Dieu!
If this course you pursue,
You will leave MIGHTY WASHINGTON nothing to do.
At that name the Muse kindles, and twining fresh bays,
Blends with ADAMS's glory, great WASHINGTON's praise!
Not a Nation on earth, would we fear with such aid
(Heav'n save us alone from internal com—motion!)
Not Britain, France, Europe—COLUMBIA would dread,
Their Forces by Land—their Fleets on the Ocean.
Our Heroes prepar'd
Would their progress retard,
Sage ADAMS to guide—add great WASHINGTON guard.
Their Glory, increasing as Nature decays,
In Eternity's Temple resplendent shall blaze!