William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
Columbia, the Home of the WorldW. Grigg
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Thy proud deeds awaken the fondest emotion,
Thy name shall forever live famous in story,
The watchword of Freedom,
The birth-place of Glory!
Thy sons are all brave and are firm to their duty,
Thy daughters are true, smiling sweetly in beauty!
O! soon in thy skies shall the eagle arise,
Proclaiming thee Queen of the World!
Whose neck is encircled by laurels and roses;
The clarions are hush’d, and the banners are furl’d.
Hail to Columbia, fair Queen of the Ocean,
The exile beholds thee with blissful emotion;
No home ’neath the sky
Is so dear to his eye,
As Columbia, the home of the world!
Who would, by disunion, its blessings endanger;
Go seek foreign climes for a country so glorious,
A country so happy, so bless’d, so victorious.
Her torch shall illumine each dark enslaved nation,
Her light has appear’d the first dawn of salvation;
Undiminish’d and pure
That flame shall endure,
Till Freedom enlightens the world.
Her army still conquer with courage unfailing,
Their thunder forever ’gainst tyrants be hurl’d;
Hail to Columbia, fair Queen of the Ocean,
The exile beholds thee with blissful emotion;
No home ’neath the sky
Is so dear to his eye,
As Columbia, the home of the world.