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

The Vice-President

WHEN Heaven resolved Columbia should be free,

And Independence spake the great decree,

Lo! Adams rose—a giant in debate,

And turn’d that vote which fixed our empire’s fate.

In Europe, next, the minister behold,

Who treaties form’d, and melted hearts of gold;

Maintain’d the honour of our rising name,

And, as a nation, gave us rank and fame!

When allied armies triumph’d in the field,

And full-plumed Victory made proud Britain yield,

When Washington commanded “wars to cease,”

He crown’d our triumphs by a glorious peace.

For these, his country pours its honours down,

And ranks him next her first, her darling son.

Long may they rule, in sentiment allied,

Columbia’s safeguard, glory, boast, and pride.