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THE ANCHOR weighd, the cannons roar | |
Proclaims along the echoing shore | |
The manly farewell of a crew, | |
To honest independence true: | |
The enraptured cheers declare their actions free, | 5 |
Self-urged, self-armd, to fight for liberty. | |
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No sighs disgrace the gatherd crowd; | |
The shouts of joy are heard aloud: | |
No wife her parting lord restrains, | |
To check the smile her soul disdains; | 10 |
Haste, haste, she cries, to act the glorious part, | |
Leave, leave my arms, and reign within my heart. | |
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Each sister, as she bids adieu, | |
Crimsons with the glowing hue | |
Of honest pride, and loud declares, | 15 |
The noble toil my brother shares. | |
Een children catch the all-pervading glow, | |
And prattle vengeance on the insulting foe. | |
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The vessel now adown the tide | |
Moves slow in independent pride; | 20 |
While Delaware, with honest boast, | |
Presents her to the insulted coast, | |
There may her cannon to the world decree, | |
Columbia can, and ever will be free. | |
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And you, ye tars, who foremast stand, | 25 |
Guardians of your injured land, | |
May smiling cherubims on high | |
Guard you with a watchful eye, | |
From rocks and shoals your winged castle bear, | |
Nor storms and tempests follow in your rear. | 30 |
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We pray not from a mortal foe | |
The Heavens to turn your chasing prow; | |
Your courage proved, our quarrel just, | |
In you we place implicit trust; | |
Assured youll reap from every equal fight, | 35 |
Success as glorious, as our cause is right. | |
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