"Unfold, Father Time, thy long records unfold, Of noble achievements accomplished of old; When men, by the standard of Liberty led, Undauntedly conquered or chearfully bled: But now 'midst the triumphs these moments reveal, Their glories all fade and their lustre turns pale, While France rises up, and proclaims the decree That tears off their chains, and bids millions be free. "As spring to the fields, or as dew to the flowers. To the earth parched with heat, as the soft dropping showers, As health to the wretch that lies languid and wan, Or rest to the weary--is Freedom to man! Where Freedom the light of her countenance gives, There only he triumphs, there only he lives; Then seize the glad moment and hail the decree That tears off their chains, and bids millions be free. "Too long had oppression and terror entwined Those tyrant-formed chains that enslaved the free mind; While dark superstition, with nature at strife, For ages had locked up the fountain of life; But the daemon is fled, the delusion is past, And reason and virtue have triumphed at last; Then seize the glad moments, and hail the decree, That tears off their chains, and bids millions be free. "France, we share in the rapture thy bosom that fills, While the Genius of Liberty bounds o'er thy hills: Redundant henceforth may thy purple juice flow, Prouder wave thy green woods, and thine olive trees grow! While the hand of philosophy long shall entwine, Blest emblems, the laurel, the myrtle and vine, And heaven through all ages confirm the decree That tears off their chains, and bids millions be free!" Paine gave as his toast, "The Revolution of the World," and no doubt at this point was sung "A New Song," as it was then called, written by Paine himself to the tune of "Rule Britannia": "Hail, Great Republic of the world, The rising empire of the West, Where famed Columbus, with a mighty mind inspired, Gave tortured Europe scenes of rest. Be thou forever, forever great and free, The Land of Love and Liberty. "Beneath thy spreading mantling vine, Beside thy flowery groves and springs, And on thy lofty, thy lofty mountains' brow, May all thy sons and fair ones sing. Chorus. "From thee may rudest nations learn To prize the cause thy sons began; From thee may future, may future tyrants know That sacred are the Rights of Man. "From thee may hated discord fly, With all her dark, her gloomy train; And o'er thy fertile, thy fertile wide domain May everlasting friendship reign. "Of thee may lisping infancy The pleasing wondrous story tell, And patriot sages in venerable mood Instruct the world to govern well.