ADAMS AND LIBERTY. Ye sons of Columbia, who bravely have fought For those rights which unstain'd from your sires had descended, May you long taste the blessings your valor has bought, And your sons reap the soil which your fathers defended! 'Mid the reign of mild peace, May your nation increase, With the glory of Rome, and the wisdom of Greece. And ne'er shall the sons of Columbia be slaves, While the earth bears a plant, or the sea rolls its waves. In a clime whose rich vales feed the marts of the world, Whose shores are unshaken by Europe's commo tion, The trident of Commerce should never be hurl'd Though in thunder array'd, Let your cannon declare the free charter of trade; For ne'er shall the sons of Columbia be slaves, While the earth bears a plant, or the sea rolls its waves. 1 L L The fame of our arms, of our laws the mild sway, Till the dark clouds of faction obscured our young day, And enveloped the sun of American glory. But let traitors be told, Who their country have sold, And bartered their God for his image in gold, That ne'er will the sons of Columbia be slaves, While the earth bears a plant, or the sea rolls its waves. While France her huge limbs bathes recumbent in blood, And society's base threats with wide dissolution; Yet the boon we disclaim, If bought by our sovereignty, justice, or fame; While the earth bears a plant, or the sea rolls its waves. 'Tis the fire of the flint each American warms: To our laws we're allied, No foe can subdue us, no faction divide; For ne'er shall the sons of Columbia be slaves, While the earth bears a plant, or the sea rolls its waves. Our mountains are crown'd with imperial oak, Whose roots, like our liberties, ages have nourish'd; But long ere our nation submits to the yoke, Not a tree shall be left on the field where it flourish'd. Should invasion impend, Every grove would descend From the hilltops they shaded our shores to defend; For ne'er shall the sons of Columbia be slaves, While the earth bears a plant, or the sea rolls its waves. Let our patriots destroy Anarch's pestilent worm, Lest our liberty's growth should be check'd by corrosion; Then let clouds thicken round us: we heed not the storm; Our realm fears no shock, but the earth's own explosion. Foes assail us in vain, Though their fleets bridge the main, For our altars and laws with our lives we'll maintain; For ne'er shall the sons of Columbia be slaves, While the earth bears a plant, or the sea rolls its waves. Should the tempest of war overshadow our land, His sword from the sleep Of its scabbard would leap, And conduct, with its point, every flash to the deep; For ne'er shall the sons of Columbia be slaves, While the earth bears a plant, or the sea rolls its waves. Let Fame to the world sound America's voice; sever: Her pride is her Adams, their laws are his choice, And shall flourish till Liberty slumbers forever. Then unite heart and hand, Like Leonidas' band, And swear to the God of the ocean and land, That ne'er shall the sons of Columbia be slaves, While the earth bears a plant, or the sea rolls its waves. -Robert Treat Paine. The father of the author of Adams and Liberty, or as it has been more usually entitled in later days, Ye Sons of Columbia, was the Robert Treat Paine who was one of the immortal signers of the Declaration of Independence. The author of |