Hail! Columbia, happy land!
Hail! ye heroes, heav'n-born band,
Who fought and bled in freedom's cause,
Who fought and bled in freedom's cause,
And when the storm of war was gone,
Enjoyed the peace your valor won;
Let independence be your boast,
Ever mindful what it cost,
Ever grateful for the prize,
Let its altar reach the skies.
  Chorus —Firm, united let us be,
Rallying round our liberty,
As a band of brothers joined,
Peace and safety we shall find.

Immortal patriots, rise once more!

Alas! 'tis very sad to hear,
Your and your Muse's end draws near:
I only wish, if this be true,
To lie a little way from you.
The grave is cold enough for me
Without you and your poetry.

Alas, the moon should ever beam
To show what man should never see!
I saw a maiden on a stream
And fair was she!

I stayed awhile, to see her throw
Her tresses back, that all beset
The fair horizon of her brow
With clouds of jet.

I stayed a little while to view
Her cheek, that wore in place of red
The bloom of water, tender blue,
Daintily spread.

I stayed to watch, a little space,
Her parted lips if she would sing;
The waters closed above her face
With many a ring.

And still I stayed a little more,

( NEW STYLE .)

" O what's the news from England?" the grey old Mother said,
" And what's the news about my sons, and are they quick or dead?
I've waited on for many a year and prayed beside the sea,
Remembering how they drew the sword and swore to set me free!"
" O Mother, sure thy sons survive, tho' better they had died,
They palter with the faith they learn'd before they left thy side;
Among the camp fires of thy foes the Fratricides are seen,
They hang upon the Tyrant's nod, and blush to wear the Green!"

Alas, so all things now do hold their peace:
Heaven and earth disturbed in no thing:
The beasts, the air, the birds their song do cease;
The nightes car the stars about doth bring.
Calm is the sea, the waves work less and less:
So am not I, whom love, alas, doth wring,
Bringing before my face the great increase
Of my desires, whereat I weep and sing
In joy and woe, as in a doubtful case.
For my sweet thoughts sometime do pleasure bring,
But, by and by, the cause of my disease
Gives me a pang that inwardly doth sting,

Alas, poor man, what hap have I
That must forbear that I love best!
I trow it be my destiny,
Never to live in quiet rest.

No wonder is though I complain,
Not without cause ye may be sure:
I seek for that I cannot attain,
Which is my mortal displeasure.

Alas, poor heart, as in this case
With pensive plaint thou art opprest,
Unwise thou were to desire place
Whereas another is possest.

Do what I can to ease thy smart,
Thou wilt not lett to love her still.
Hers and not mine I see thou art:

Alas! poor Fanny! wretched girl, alas!
Her fatal exit too is come to pass!
Among the many changes made of late,
Her turn is now, and she must share the fate
Of judges, privy counsellors and ministers of state.
The Fates decreed, 'tis folly to repine;
I heard her mistress cry, " My slave is mine";
Then, flourishing the poker in her hand,
Said, " Queen I am, this sceptre shall command";
With which poor Fanny out of door she banged.
Poor wench! alas! far happier had she been
If her past happy days she ne'er had seen,

Meditation 25

Alas poor Death, where does thy great strength lye?
'Tis true, I'me mortall, yet I cannot dye.
I tell thee, If I dye in Christ, it is
The way thou shew'st me to eternal bliss.
By death I live if that I live to Christ,
And then thou'lt say the mark I have not mist.

Meditation 26

Alas, what's Sorrow? 'tis our portion here;
The Christian's portion, Trouble, Grief, and Fear:
He is The Man of Sorrows here below
Of all the men on earth; yet let us know,

A LAS ! noble Prince Leopold, he is dead!
Who often has his lustre shed:
Especially by singing for the benefit of Esher School, —
Which proves he was a wise prince, and no conceited fool.

Methinks I see him on the platform singing the Sandso' Dee ,
The generous-hearted Leopold, the good and the free,
Who was manly in his actions, and beloved by his mother;
And in all the family she hasn't got such another.

He was of a delicate constitution all his life,
And he was his mother's favourite, and very kind to his wife,

Alas, my love, ye do me wrong,
To cast me off disc'urteously:
And I have loved you so long,
Delighting in your company.

Greensleeves was all my joy,
Greensleeves was my delight:
Greensleeves was my heart of gold,
And who but Lady Greensleeves.

I have been ready at your hand,
To grant what ever you would crave.
I have both waged life and land,
Your love and good will for to have.

Greensleeves was all my joy, etc.

I bought thee kerchers to thy head,
That were wrought fine and gallantly: