The American Star
H. De MARSAN, Publisher, 54 Chatham Street, New-York.
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 dwellings are cowling,
Soft Peace spreads her wings and flies, weeping, away;
Our infants, affrighted, cling close to their mothers,
Our youth grasp their swords, and for combat prepare,
While Beauty is weeping for husbands and brothers,
Who march to defend the American Star!
Come, blow the shrill bugle, the wild drum awaken,
The dread rifle seize, and [et ?] cannons loud 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 once they have been!
To us the high boon by the Gods has been granted,
To speed the glad tidings of Liberty far;
Let millions invade us, we’ll meet them, undaunted,
And vanquish them by the American Star!
Your hands, then, dear comrades, round Liberty’s altar;
United we’ll swear by the souls of the Brave!
Not one from the strong resolution shall falter,
We’ll live independent or sink to the grave:
Then, Freemen, fill up! lo! our striped Banner’s flying,
The proud bird of Liberty soars through the air!
Beneath her bright pinions Oppression is dying!
Success to the beaming American Star!