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THE YEAR OF PEACE.
Roll back down Time's unsounded steeps, and, darkly sinking, swell no more.
Columbia lives! behold her rise, with glistening raiment pure as snow!
Her star of morning mounts the skies—she sees the crimson glories grow.
Columbia lives! behold her rise, with glistening raiment pure as snow!
Her star of morning mounts the skies—she sees the crimson glories grow.
"Enrapt, with heavenward gaze she stands—God's oriflamme above her flung—
With Victory's roses in her hands, and songs of triumph on her tongue.
The sapphire doors half open sway, where all her martyrs passed from view,—
Reluctant yet to darken day nor let such kingly warriors through.
With Victory's roses in her hands, and songs of triumph on her tongue.
The sapphire doors half open sway, where all her martyrs passed from view,—
Reluctant yet to darken day nor let such kingly warriors through.
"From mountain range to mountain range a proud prophetic voice is rolled:—
'Though empires fall, though oceans change, still shall Columbia wax not old!
Ere Time her throne shall overthrow, or aught its broad foundations rock,
The crescent moon shall cease to grow, the sun to lead his starry flock!'"
'Though empires fall, though oceans change, still shall Columbia wax not old!
Ere Time her throne shall overthrow, or aught its broad foundations rock,
The crescent moon shall cease to grow, the sun to lead his starry flock!'"
Make room, make room, ye sun-bright choirs—swell the loud anthem of the Year!
Strike well your glad concordant lyres; the sky's reverberant arches hear!
Strike well your glad concordant lyres; the sky's reverberant arches hear!
