SONS of valor, taste the glories Of celestial liberty, Sing a triumph o'er the Tories, Let the pulse of joy beat high. Heaven hath this day foil'd the many Fallacies of George the King; Let the echo reach Britan'y, Bid her mountain summits ring. See yon navy swell the bosom Of the late enraged sea; Where'er they go, we shall oppose them, Sons of valor must be free. Should they touch at fair Rhode Island, There to combat with the brave, Driven from each dale and highland, They shall plough the purple wave. Should they thence to fair Virginia, Bend a squadron to Dunmore, Still with fear and ignominy, They shall quit the hostile shore. To Carolina or to Georg'y, Should they next advance their fame, This land of heroes shall disgorge the Sons of tyranny and shame. Let them rove to climes far distant, Situate under Arctic skies, Call on Hessian troops assistant, And the savages to rise. Boast of wild brigades from Russia, To fix down the galling chain, Canada and Nova Scotia, Shall disgorge these hordes again. In New York state, rejoin'd by Clinton, Should their standards mock the air, Many a surgeon shall put lint on Wounds of death received there. War, fierce war, shall break their forces, Nerves of Tory men shall fail, Seeing Howe, with alter'd courses, Bending to the western gale. Thus from every bay of ocean, Flying back with sails unfurl'd, Tossed with ever-troubled motion, They shall quit this smiling world. Like Satan banished from heaven, Never see the smiling shore; From this land, so happy, driven, Never stain its bosom more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DEVIL'S WALK [ON EARTH] by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE BOROUGH: LETTER 22. POOR OF THE BOROUGH. PETER GRIMES by GEORGE CRABBE THERMOPYLAE by SIMONIDES OF CEOS HAVE YOU PLANTED A TREE? by HENRY ABBEY MY SOLITUDE by JAMES R. AGGELES |