Columbia Shall Be Free
H, DE MARSAN, Publisher, 54 Chatham Street, N. Y.
Columbia Shall be Free!
What joyful sound is that I hear,
Which nearer draws, and yet more near.
A nation’s voice aloud proclaim,
In tones of sweet, melodious strain:
From East to West, From South to North,
The sons Freedom rushes forth,
And to defend our equal laws,
Maintain our great and glorious cause:
Now, from the green eternal woods,
Where Mississippi pours his floods,
The Mountain peaks the echo wakes,
Murmur with joy the ruffled Lakes:
Let discord wild prevail no more,
From Maine to blue Pacific’s shore,
United, strong in soul and heart,
And each resolved to do his part;
The gathering hosts of freemen come,
And proudly step to beat of drum,
The starry Flag in splendor waves
O’er men who never shall be slaves:
With justice wild, and mercy kind,
We’ll treat the erring and the blind—
’Tis not for vengeance that we fight,
But to maintain our nation’s right:
And when the fearful strife is done,
The dreaded battle lost and won,
To God above shall be the praise,
With grateful heart our voices raise!