The American Star
PUBLISHED BYEDWIN J. GIBSON , And for sale Wholesale and Retail at J. RAFFERTY’S Stationery Store, No. 1822 Market Street, West of Eighteenth.
The American Star.
Come, strike the bold anthem the war-dogs are howling,
Already they eagerly snuff up their prey;
The red clouds of war o’er our forests are scowling,
Soft peace spreads her wings and flies weeping away;
The infants affrighted, cling close to their mothers,
The youth grasp their swords, for the combat prepare;
While beauty weeps, father, and lovers, and brothers,
Who rush to display the American Star.
Come, blow the shrill bugle, the loud drum awaken,
The dread rifle seize, let the cannon deep roar;
No heart with pale fear, or faint doubtings be shaken,
No slave’s hostile foot leave a print on our shore,
Shall mothers, wives, daughters, and sisters left weeping,
Insulted by ruffians, be dragg’d to despair?
Oh, no! from her hills the proud Eagle comes sweeping,
And waves to the brave, the American Star.
The spirits of Washington, Warren, Montgomery,
Look down from the clouds, with bright aspects serene;
Come, soldiers, a tear and a toast to their memory,
Rejoicing, they’ll see us as they once have been:
To us the high boon by the gods has been granted,
To spread the glad tidings of Liberty far;
Let millions invade us, we’ll meet them undaunted,
And conquer or die, by the American Star.
Your hands, then, dear comrades, round Liberty’s altar,
United we swear by the souls of the brave!
Not one from the strong resolution shall falter,
To live independent, or sink to the grave.
Then freemen fill up—Lo! the strip’d banner’s flying,
The high bird of Liberty screams through the air;
Beneath her oppression and tyranny dying—
Success to the beaming American Star.