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ADAMS AND LIBERTY. 591
While France her huge limbs bathes recumbent in blood,
And society's base threats with wide dissolution, May peace, like the dove who returned from the flood, Find an ark of abode in our mild constitution. But though peace is our aim, Yet the boon we disclaim, If bought by our sovereignty, justice, or fame; For ne'er shall the sons, etc.
'Tis the fire of the flint each American warms;
Let Rome's haughty victors beware of collision; Let them bring all the vassals of Europe in arms, We're a world by ourselves, and disdain a provision. While with patriot pride To our laws we're allied, No foe can subdue us, no faction divide ; For ne'er shall the sons, etc.
Our mountains are crowned with imperial oak,
Whose roots, like our liberties, ages have nourished; But long ere our nation submits to the yoke,
Not a tree shall be left on the field where it flourished. Should invasion impend, Every grove would descend From the hill-tops they shaded, our shores to defend; For ne'er shall the sons, etc.
Let our Patriots destroy Anarch's pestilent worm,
Lest our liberty's growth should be checked 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, etc.
Let fame to the world sound America's voice:
No intrigue can her sons from the government sever; Her pride are her statesmen — their laws are her 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, etc.