How long, Columbians dear will ye complain Of these curst insults on the open main? In timid sloth shall injur'd brav'ry sleep? Awake! awake! the voice of nature cries -- Awake to glory and to vengeance rise! To arms! to arms! ye bold in giant bands! 'Tis Heaven'd inspired, 'tis God himself commands, Save human nature from such deadly harms, By force of reason or by force of arms!
DAVID HUMPHREYS, 1786
Oh Beautiful! my country! ours once more! Smoothing thy gold of war-dishevelled hair O'er such sweet brows as never others wore.
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What words divine of over or of poet Could tell our love and make thee know it? Among the Nations bright beyond compare What were our lives without thee? What all our lives to save thee? We reck not that we gave thee, We will not dare to doubt thee, But ask whatever else, and we will dare!
JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL, 1865