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William McCarty, comp.  The American National Song Book.  1842.
National Song: ‘Swell the proud pæan! the day-star advances’
By Edwin Clifford Holland (1794–1824)
Tune—“The Pillar of Glory”

Written for the celebration of the 4th of July, 1814—By Edwin C. Holland, Esq, of Charleston, South Carolina

SWELL the proud pæan! the day-star advances,
  Whose glories the triumph of Freedom proclaim:
Long may the lustre around it that glances,
  Lead us to Liberty, Commerce, and Fame.
        Bright from the billows’ foam,        5
        Girt with a starry zone,
Thy genius, Columbia, sublimely aspires,
        Stern as her eagle eye,
        Ranges through earth and sky,
Lightens its glare with more radiant fires.        10
Bold were the spirits thy rights that defended,
  When rock’d with the whirlwind the waves of thy deep,
Fierce was the conflict, the battle was ended,
  And silent and long was the warrior’s sleep.
        Fair bloom’d the forest wild,        15
        Peace through the valley smiled,
No more howl’d the tempest—the war-song was hush’d;
        Sound then the trump of Fame,
        Bless’d be each hero’s name,
Fearless of death, in the contest that rush’d.        20
Dauntless in courage, they rose in the foray,
  Refulgent as stars o’er the billowy main;
Washington marshall’d the chieftains to glory,
  And shone o’er the host like a pillar of flame.
        Back from thy shores afar        25
        Roll’d the rude storm of war;
The tempest-toss’d ark found its mount of repose;
        Free as thy flag unfurl’d
        Wide o’er the western world,
Liberty dawn’d, and America rose.        30
Land of my fathers, resplendent with glory,
  Thy genius shall rise o’er the ruin of time:
Immortal thy fame, thou shalt live in the story,
  Splendid in peace, and in battle sublime!
        Hark, from each rocky height        35
        Dashes the tide of fight;
The noise of the battle hath waken’d the brave;
        Proud as thy banner flies,
        Millions with ardour rise,
Thy realm from invasion and insult to save.        40
Red through the shadows that darken thy fountains,
  Again like a meteor the war-beacon streams:
Deep are the thunders that roll from thy mountains,
  Martial the lustre on ocean that gleams.
        Stamp’d on thy native sea,        45
        Offspring of Liberty;
Thy footsteps are brighten’d with triumph and fame,
        High o’er the waste of war
        Blazons thy naval car;
Ocean is free—and its freedom we claim.        50

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