Fair rise the Morn that gave our heroe birth,
And with it peace descend to bless the earth,
And hail his natal day —
Fly discord far from these enlighten'd shores,
Let not fell Atte with destructive powers,
Shed one malignant ray. —
But let the loves and all the graces Come,
Let nature smiling Shed a rich perfume,
And antedate the Spring —
With Myrtle crown'd fair Freedom hail the morn,
On which your friend our much lov'd chief was born,
And all ye Muses Sing. —
Let venal bards a despots brow adorn,
In every wreath they find a rugged thorn,
And praise a Satire proves —
But our bright theme will make the garland shine,
To sweetest flowers his virtues we Combine,
And add to those our loves. —
What noble qualities enrich his mind;
His ardent zeal his policy refine'd,
His watchfulness and care —
When e'er his Country needs a faithful gaurd,
No dire event can find him unprepar'd,
For arts of peace or war. —
When Savage herds invade our fertile plains,
And undistinguishd Scalp the peaceful swains,
His energy is seen —
Collects the heroes from their rural home,
Their long neglected helmets they assume,
And peace is heard again. —
When ancient nations past their zenith drive
To that fixed point at which they must arrive,
And all their glory cloud —
Contending armies croud the ensanguind field,
The glittering arms are seen the sword the shield,
And garments rolld in blood. —
On Natures theatre almost alone —
Columbia Sitting on a peaceful throne —
Reclines her beauteous form,
Upon the bosom of her favourite Son —
Sees him Compleat the work which he began —
And turn the impending storm.
Long may this bright auspicious day appear,
And gild with lucid rays our hemisphere,
Reflecting on his breast —
That Conscious peace that ever must arise,
From goodness usefulness and great emprize,
By which his Countries blest. —
And when the arbiter of life and death,
Shall send his angel to demand his breath,
And Speed his heavenly flight —
May humble hope and Sacred Joy impart,
Streams of celestial pleasure to his heart,
Incommunicably bright. —
And with it peace descend to bless the earth,
And hail his natal day —
Fly discord far from these enlighten'd shores,
Let not fell Atte with destructive powers,
Shed one malignant ray. —
But let the loves and all the graces Come,
Let nature smiling Shed a rich perfume,
And antedate the Spring —
With Myrtle crown'd fair Freedom hail the morn,
On which your friend our much lov'd chief was born,
And all ye Muses Sing. —
Let venal bards a despots brow adorn,
In every wreath they find a rugged thorn,
And praise a Satire proves —
But our bright theme will make the garland shine,
To sweetest flowers his virtues we Combine,
And add to those our loves. —
What noble qualities enrich his mind;
His ardent zeal his policy refine'd,
His watchfulness and care —
When e'er his Country needs a faithful gaurd,
No dire event can find him unprepar'd,
For arts of peace or war. —
When Savage herds invade our fertile plains,
And undistinguishd Scalp the peaceful swains,
His energy is seen —
Collects the heroes from their rural home,
Their long neglected helmets they assume,
And peace is heard again. —
When ancient nations past their zenith drive
To that fixed point at which they must arrive,
And all their glory cloud —
Contending armies croud the ensanguind field,
The glittering arms are seen the sword the shield,
And garments rolld in blood. —
On Natures theatre almost alone —
Columbia Sitting on a peaceful throne —
Reclines her beauteous form,
Upon the bosom of her favourite Son —
Sees him Compleat the work which he began —
And turn the impending storm.
Long may this bright auspicious day appear,
And gild with lucid rays our hemisphere,
Reflecting on his breast —
That Conscious peace that ever must arise,
From goodness usefulness and great emprize,
By which his Countries blest. —
And when the arbiter of life and death,
Shall send his angel to demand his breath,
And Speed his heavenly flight —
May humble hope and Sacred Joy impart,
Streams of celestial pleasure to his heart,
Incommunicably bright. —
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