Should the tempest of war overshadow our land,

Its bolts can ne'er rend Freedom's temple asunder;
For unmoved at its portals would Washington stand
And repulse with his breast the assaults of the thunder.
His sword from its sleep,

In its scabbard would leap,

And conduct with its point every flash to the deep.

For ne'er shall the sons, &c.

Let Fame, to the world, sound America's voice,
No intrigue can her sons from their government sever;
Its wise regulations and laws are their choice,

And shall flourish till Liberty slumber forever.
Then unite heart and hand,

Like Leonidas' band;

And swear by the God of the ocean and land,

That ne'er shall the sons of Columbia be slaves,

While the earth bears a plant, or the sea rolls its waves.

SONG.

Tune-Anacreon in Heaven.

To Columbia, who gladly reclined at her ease,
On Atlantic's broad bosom, lay smiling in peace,
Minerva flew hastily, sent from above,

And addrest her this message from thundering Jove:
Rouse, quickly awake,

Your Freedom's at stake,

Storms arise, your renown'd Independence to shake, Then lose not a moment, my aid I will lend,

If your sons will assemble your Rights to defend.

Roused Columbia rose up, and indignant declared,

That no nation she had wrong'd, and no nation she fear'd,
That she wished not for war, but if war were her fate,
She would rally up souls independent and great.

Then tell mighty Jove,

That we quickly will prove,

We deserve the protection he'll send from above; For ne'er shall the sons of America bend,

But united their Rights and their Freedom defend.

Minerva smiled cheerfully as she withdrew,
Enraptured to find her Americans true,

"For," said she, "our sly Mercury ofttimes reports,
That your sons are divided"-Columbia retorts,
"Tell that vile god of thieves,

His report but deceives,

And we care not what madman such nonsense believes,

For ne'er shall the sons of America bend,

But united their Rights and their Freedom defend."

Jove rejoiced in Columbia such union to see,
And swore by old Styx she deserved to be free;
Then assembled the Gods, who all gave consent.
Their assistance if needful her ill to prevent;
Mars arose, shook his armor,

And swore his old Farmer

Should ne'er in his country see aught that could harm her,

For ne'er should the sons of America bend,

But united their Rights and their Freedom defend.

Minerva resolved that her Ægis she'd lend,
And Apollo declared he their cause would defend,
Old Vulcan an armor would forge for their aid,
More firm than the one for Achilles he made.
Jove vow'd he'd prepare,

Of

A compound most rare,

courage and union, a bountiful share;

And swore ne'er shall the sons of America bend,

But their Rights and their Freedom most firmly defend.

Ye sons of Columbia, then join hand in hand,

Divided we fall, but united we stand;

'Tis ours to determine, 'tis ours to decree,

That in peace we will live Independent and Free;

And should from afar

Break the horrors of war,

We'll always be ready at once to declare,
That ne'er will the sons of America bend,
But united their Rights and their Freedom defend.

THE DEATH OF GENERAL WOLFE.*

In a mouldering cave, where the wretched retreat,
Britannia sat wasted with care;

She mourn'd for her Wolfe, and exclaim'd against fate
And gave herself up to despair.

The walls of her cell she had sculptured around
With the feats of her favorite son;

And even the dust, as it lay on the ground,
Was engraved with the deeds he had done.

The sire of the Gods, from his crystalline throne,
Beheld the disconsolate dame,

And moved with her tears, he sent Mercury down,
And these were the tidings that came.
Britannia forbear, not a sigh nor a tear
For thy Wolfe so deservedly loved,

Your tears shall be changed into triumphs of joy,
For thy Wolfe is not dead but removed.

The sons of the East, the proud giants of old,
Have crept from their darksome abodes,
And this is the news as in Heaven it was told,

They were marching to war with the Gods;

This Song was written immediately after the death of General Wolfe. At this time a prize was offered for the best Epitaph on that celebrated hero. Mr. Paine entered the list among other competitors, but his matter growing too long for an Epitaph, and assuming another shape, he entitled it an Ode; and it was so published in the Gentleman's Magazine. It was soon after set to music, became a popular song, and was sung at the Anacreontic and other societies.-ED.

A council was held in the chambers of Jove,
And this was their final decree,

That Wolfe should be called to the armies above,
And the charge was entrusted to me.

To the plains of Quebec with the orders I flew,
He begg'd for a moment's delay;

He cry'd, Oh! forbear, let me victory hear,
And then thy command I'll obey.

With a darksome thick film 1 encompass'd his eyes,
And bore him away in an urn,

Lest the fondness he bore to his own native shore,
Should induce him again to return.

LIBERTY TREE,

A Song, written early in the American Revolution.

Tune-Gods of the Greeks.

In a chariot of light, from the regions of day,
The Goddess of Liberty came,

Ten thousand celestials directed her way,
And hither conducted the dame.

A fair budding branch from the gardens above,
Where millions with millions agree,

She brought in her hand as a pledge of her love,
And the plant she named Liberty Tree.

The celestial exotic struck deep in the ground,
Like a native it flourished and bore;
The fame of its fruit drew the nations around,
To seek out this peaceable shore.

Unmindful of names or distinctions they came,
For freemen like brothers agree;

With one spirit endued, they one friendship pursued,
And their temple was Liberty Tree.

Y

Beneath this fair tree, like the patriarchs of old,
Their bread in contentment they ate,
Unvexed with the troubles of silver or gold,
The cares of the grand and the great.
With timber and tar, they Old England supplied,
And supported her power on the sea:
Her battles they fought, without getting a groat,
For the honor of Liberty Tree.

But hear, O ye swains, ('tis a tale most profane,)
How all the tyrannical powers,

King, commons, and lords, are uniting amain,
To cut down this guardian of ours.

From the east to the west blow the trumpet to arms,
Thro' the land let the sound of it flee:

Let the far and the near all unite with a cheer,
In defence of our Liberty Tree.

IMPROMPTU ON

BACHELORS' HALL,

At Philadelphia, being destroyed by Lightning, 1775.

Fair Venus so often was miss'd from the skies,
And Bacchus as frequently absent likewise,
That the synod began to inquire out the reason,
Suspecting the culprits were plotting of treason.
At length it was found they had open'd a ball
At a place by the mortals call'd Bachelors' Hall;
Where Venus disclosed every fun she could think of,
And Bacchus made nectar for mortals to drink of.
Jove, highly displeas'd at such riotous doings,
Sent Time to reduce the whole building to ruins;
But Time was so slack with his traces and dashes,
That Jove in a passion consumed it to ashes.