The Rhode Island Republican

SONG
FOR THE FOURTH OF JULY.

The trumpet of liberty sounds through the world.
And the universe starts at the sound
Her standard Philosophy's hand has unfurled,
And the nations are thronging around.
Fall, tyrants all: fall: all!
These are the days of Liberty
Fall, tyrants, all:

How noble the ardor that seizes the soul!
How it bursts from the yoke and the chain!
What power can the fervor, of Freedom control,
Or its terrible vengeance restrain?
Fall, tyrants, fall! &c.

Ye stern towers
of despots! ye dungeons and
cells!
The tempest shall sweep you away:
From west to the east the dread hurricane swells
And the tyrants grow pale with dismay.
Fall, tyrants, all! &c.

The slave, on whose neck the proud despot has
trod,
Now feels that himself is a man;
And the lordly Usurper, who ruled with a rod,
Hides his head 'midst his servile divan.
Fall, tyrants, fall! &c.

The cruel dominion of Priestcraft is o'er,
Its thunders, its faggots, its chains:
Mankind will endure the vile bondage no more,
While Religion her freedom maintains.
Fall, tyrants, all! &c.

The hymn of the free shall Americans hear
With a cold and insensible mind?
No: each freeman his part in the chorus shall
bear,
And contend for the rights of mankind.
Fall, tyrants, fall! &c.