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AMERICA TO GREAT BRITAIN.
Written in America, in the year 1810.[1]
All hail! thou noble Land,
Our Fathers' native soil!
O stretch thy mighty hand,
Gigantic grown by toil,
O'er the vast Atlantic wave to our shore:
For thou with magic might
Canst reach to where the light
Of Phœbus travels bright
The world o'er!
The Genius of our clime,
From his pine-embattled steep,
Shall hail the guest sublime;
While the Tritons of the deep
- ↑ This Poem, written by an American gentleman, a valued and dear friend, I communicate to the reader for its moral, no less than its poetic spirit. The metre of this ode, especially in the fifth line of each stanza, is written with a foreknowledge of the Tune, and must therefore be read as it would be sung.[errata 1]
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