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The beauty of a government of so divine a mould?
While booming cannon shook the shore for many a dreary day,
Columbia stood majestic 'mid the ardor of the fray;
And in the act which swept aside the royalty of birth
Beheld a matchless kingdom, and the emperor was Worth.

No more could Monarchy pretend to plant an iron heel
Upon a weary people or the last forlorn appeal;
And when Britannia rashly strove to break the spell defeat,
She only made the footing of the Union more complete.
For, by Mount Vernon's sacred shade, on Erie's broad expanse.
The foe again was banished by the steady cry: "Advance!"
And laurel wreathed must Perry's name indellibly be traced
Upon the roll of honor which can never be effaced.

The "Glorious Fourth" of Sixty-three saw Vicksburg doomed to fall,
As gallant sons of Freedom pressed rebellion to the wall;