William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
Ode to CharlestownH
It rises high in spite of British ire!
From heaps of ashes see a town arise,
Which lawless fury fill’d with dismal cries:
With fire and sword, spread desolation round,
And razed each stately structure to the ground;
But, mark the good which out of evil came:
It fell, to rise to riches and to fame.
Detach’d from Boston by the rising flood;
But now, behold, with wonder and surprise,
A noble bridge from shore to shore arise!
This work must show the ingenious artist’s skill,
And every generous breast with pleasure fill.
Which spreads its cheering light where’er it goes;
From other places see its swift retreat,
Whilst rising Charlestown is its chosen seat.
The things which make for peace and safety too,
And may each rising morn behold you free
From lawless power, and baneful tyranny.