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William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.

Peace—1815

HE comes! the welcome herald comes!

Mute be trumpets, fifes, and drums;

Make ploughshares of each sabre:

The soldier cit no more shall prance

On warlike steed, but gayly dance

To merry pipe and tabor.

Ring! ring the merry Christ-Church bells:

Greet him, fair maids, with sunny smiles,

And strew his way with flowers.

Grim-visaged War no more shall scare—

No more Bellona rudely tear

Fond lovers from your bowers.

Join, vocal maids, the choral train,

And swell the dulcet “Carrol” strain,

The halcyon song of peace:

The loves and graces, hand in hand,

Again shall reign throughout the land,

And war and discord cease.

’Tis merry in each crowded street,

Where jolly cits each other greet

In hearty gratulation:

And, like heaven’s galaxy bright,

The city sheds one stream of light

In clear illumination.

Now shines our great republic’s pride:

Her valiant chieftains, side by side

Their trophies join’d with peace:

Their patriot deeds and martial mien,

In bright transparencies are seen,

In all the pride of grease.

E’en Quidnunc’s brows no longer lour,

But catch the influence of the hour,

And smiles his visage grace:

To Peace the genial bowl he quaffs,

In merry jeers cracks jokes, and laughs

War’s wrinkles from his face.

The din of arms no more prevail,

The seaman loosens every sail

To catch the favouring breeze;

Again is heard the hum of trade,

The victor starry flag is spread

To brighten distant seas.