American Female Poets [an electronic edition]

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American Female Poets [an electronic edition]
Editor
May, Caroline, b. ca. 1820
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Philadelphia, Penn.: Lindsay and Blakiston
1853
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"American Female Poets [an electronic edition]." In the digital collection American Verse Project. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/a/amverse/BAE7433.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed March 28, 2024.

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THE AMERICAN SWORD.

SWORD of our gallant fathers, defender of the brave, Of Washington upon the field and Perry on the wave! Well might Columbia's foemen beneath thy death-strokes reel, For each hand was firm that drew thee, and each heart as true as steel; There's not a tarnish on thy sheen, a rust upon thy blade, Though the noble hands that drew thee are in dust and ashes laid,

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Thou'rt still the scourge of tyrants, the safeguard of the free, And may God desert our banner when we surrender thee!
Sword of a thousand victories! thy splendours led the way, When our warriors trod the battle-field in terrible array; Thou wert seen amid the carnage, like an angel in thy wrath; The vanquish'd and the vanquisher bestrew'd thy gory path; The life-blood of the haughty foe made red the slippery sod Where thy crimson blade descended like the lightning glance of God! They pour'd their ranks like autumn leaves, their life-blood as the sea, But they battled for a tyrant — we battled to be free!
Sword of a thousand heroes, how holy is thy blade, So often drawn by Valour's arm, by gentle Pity's stay'd! The warrior breathes his vow by thee, and seals it with a kiss, He never gives a holier pledge, he asks no more than this; And, when he girds thee to his side with battle in his face, He feels within his single arm the strength of all his race; He shrines thee in his noble breast, with all things bright and free; And may God desert his standard, when he surrenders thee!
Sword of our country's battles! for ever mayst thou prove, Amid Columbia's freemen, the thunderbolt of Jove; Where like a youthful victress, with her holy flag unfurl'd, She sits amid the nations, the empress of the world. Behold the heaven-born goddess, in her glory and increase, Extending in her lovely hands the olive-branch of peace, Thy glittering steel is girded on, the safeguard of the free, And may God desert her standard when she surrenders thee!
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