William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
Ode: ‘Once more the rolling spheres proclaim’O
The happy morning’s dawn,
Which wakes the ancient martial flame:
And soldiers seek the lawn:
See! the brisk swain, with glowing breast,
Attends the sounding horn;
Resigns dull care, inglorious rest,
To hail the jocund morn.
Reviews the former scene;
From whence, by freedom’s self inspired,
Spring laurels ever green.
The steed, unmindful of the rein,
At the shrill trumpet’s sound,
Like lightning darts across the plain,
And tears the trembling ground.
When urged by duty’s call!
Each breast that sacred flame retains
Which stay’d Columbia’s fall;
Thick clouds the ethereal concave fill,
While thundering cannons’ roar,
Re-echoing from each lofty hill,
Resounds from shore to shore.