Shine forth upon the earth, Bright day of dedicated birth, And breathe in thundering accents thy command! A mighty nation's heart awake, Her self-enwoven fetters shake, And vivify the pulses of the land! Arising from the past With stormy clouds o'ercast, And darkened by a long-enduring night, The Future's child and Freedom's--seraph bright! Arise great day, and legions of the free, Beneath thy conquering flag, lead forth to victory. II. Great Freedom dead! Foul thought From lies of vaunting Treason caught, And Fear's pale minions, wrapped in sorrow's pall. Great Freedom dead! In God-like power, 'Tis Freedom rules e'en this dread hour, And guides the tempest 'neath whose blows we fall. Yea! War and Anarchy Discord and Slavery, And drunken Death, and all these tears Shaking our hearts with unaccustomed fears-- E'en these are Freedom, waiting to arise In glad eternal triumph from her foul disguise. III. Our country's glory slain! Her kingdom rent and torn in twain! Her strong foundations crumbling into dust! With Truth's shield armed, and sword of light, Speak thou, Columbia, in thy might, Unharmed by thy false children's hate and lust. Arise--no more betrayed By fears too long obeyed, And bid, from shore to distant shore, Ten million voices, like the ocean's roar, In one full chorus gloriously proclaim The pride and splendor of thy star-immortal fame. IV. Arise! no more delay! Arise! For this triumphant day Shall crush the serpent cherished in thy breast. E'en now the slimy coils unfold, The venomed folds relax their hold, The tooth is drawn that stung thee from thy rest. Arise! For with a groan Falls Slavery from his throne! While, seizing Song's immortal lyre, And girt afar with Heaven's Promethean fire, Eternal Freedom, winged with prophecy, Awakes, in swelling chords, the Anthem of the FREE. V. No more Conspiracy, With Treason linked and Anarchy, Shall dig, with secret joy, their country's grave. No more thy waning cheek shall pale, Thy trembling limbs with terror fail, Thy bleeding wounds Heaven's balsam vainly crave. Uplift thy forehead fair, And mark the monstrous snare Of subtle foes, who sucked thy fainting breath, And yielding thee to the embrace of death, Awaited the fulfilment of their reign, To shed thy lovely limbs dismembered o'er the plain. VI.