William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
Federal Song: ‘It comes! it comes! high raise the song!’Tune—“He comes! he comes!”
I
The bright procession moves along:
From pole to pole resound the “nine,”
And distant worlds the chorus join.
While countless squadrons hid the plain,
Hantonia, foremost of the “nine,”
Defied their force, and took Burgoyne.
When Peace resumed her seat,
And Freedom seem’d secure,
Our patriot sages met,
That freedom to insure.
Then every eye on us was turn’d,
And every breast, indignant, burn’d.
All government despise:
Skill’d in the martial trade—
More valiant, far, than wise,
Though Pallas leads them to the field,
Her aid in council is withheld.
I made each hardy son,
Who, in war’s purple tide
First laid the corner-stone,
His utmost energy employ
To bring the top-stone forth with joy.
’Tis done! the glorious fabric’s rear’d!
Still be New-Hampshire’s sons revered,
Who fix’d its base in blood and scars,
And stretch’d its turrets to the stars!
See! each industrious art moves on
To ask protection, praise, and fame:
The ploughman by his tools is known,
And Vulcan, Neptune join their claim.
Allow them all, and wisely prove
Naught can exist long without love.
By love societies combine;
Love prompts the poet’s rapturous verse,
And makes these humble lays divine;
Then shout for union, heaven-born dame!
And crown the goblet to her name.
May Hampshire’s sons, in peace and war
Supremely great, both laurels wear;
From every rival bear the prize
Till the last blaze involves the skies.