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William McCarty, comp.  The American National Song Book.  1842.
The Terrestrial Paradise—1800
YE great, immortal Muses, nine,
Assist, I pray, my grand design,
To make Columbia brightly shine,
  And cause her fame to rise.
We hear the warlike trumpet sound,        5
And through the ancient world resound,
While cannons roar, and shouts rebound,
  From earth to distant skies.
Columbia’s free from war’s alarms,
And all the rage of hostile arms;        10
Free from those dreadful warlike storms
  Which round the world doth roar:
Peace reigns within her blissful realm,
A virtuous chief doth guide her helm:
No servile foe shall overwhelm        15
  In war, Columbia’s shore.
Where the same hand may reap, that sows,
What nature copiously bestows;
And still enjoy that sweet repose,
  Which nature daily craves;        20
No tyrant king, with lawless will,
Can here obstruct the public weal;
Or overwhelm the state in ill,
  And render freemen slaves.
O may Columbia thus remain,        25
Enjoying still her peaceful reign;
And ne’er be plunged in war again
  By European foes:
Still govern’d by the people’s voice,
A government of our own choice,        30
In which we ever will rejoice,
  And tyranny oppose.

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