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A Prophecy On The Future Glory Of America.
A PROPHECY ON THE FUTURE GLORY OF AMERICA .
WRITTEN IN 1775 , BT AN OFFICER , WHO WAS AFTERWARDS KILLED AT THE SIEGE OS SAVANNAH .
TO years far distant ,, and to scenes more bri ght , Along the vale of Time extend thy sight , Where hours , and days , and years , from yon bright pole , Wave following wave , in long succession roll ; There see in pomp , for ages without end , The glories of the WESTERN WORLD ascend ! See , this blest land in her bright morn appears ,
Wak'd from dead slumbers of six thousand years ; While clouds of darkness veil'd each chearing ray , To savage beasts and savage men a prey . Fair Freedom now her ensign bright displays , And Peace and Plenty bless the golden days . In mighty pomp AMERICA shall rise , Her glory spreading to the boundless skies : Of ev ' ry Fair she boasts th' assembled charms , The Queen of Empires , and the Nurse of Arms .
See , where her HEROES mark . their glorious way , Ann'd for the fight , and blazing on the day ! Blood stains their steps ; and o ' er the conqu ' ring plain , Mid fighting- thousands , and mid thousands slain , Their eager swords promiscuous carnage blend , And ghastly deaths their raging course attend : Her mighty pow ' r the subject world shall see
, For laurel'd conquest waits her hi gh degree . See her bold vessels , rushing to the main , Catch the swift gales , and sweep the wat ' ry plain ; Or , led by Commerce , at the merchant ' s door Unlade the treasures of each distant shore ; Or , arm'd with thunder , on the guilty foe
Rush big with death , and aim th' impending blow . Bid ev'ry realm , that hears the trump of Fame , Quake at the distant terror of her name . S .
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A Prophecy On The Future Glory Of America.
A PROPHECY ON THE FUTURE GLORY OF AMERICA .
WRITTEN IN 1775 , BT AN OFFICER , WHO WAS AFTERWARDS KILLED AT THE SIEGE OS SAVANNAH .
TO years far distant ,, and to scenes more bri ght , Along the vale of Time extend thy sight , Where hours , and days , and years , from yon bright pole , Wave following wave , in long succession roll ; There see in pomp , for ages without end , The glories of the WESTERN WORLD ascend ! See , this blest land in her bright morn appears ,
Wak'd from dead slumbers of six thousand years ; While clouds of darkness veil'd each chearing ray , To savage beasts and savage men a prey . Fair Freedom now her ensign bright displays , And Peace and Plenty bless the golden days . In mighty pomp AMERICA shall rise , Her glory spreading to the boundless skies : Of ev ' ry Fair she boasts th' assembled charms , The Queen of Empires , and the Nurse of Arms .
See , where her HEROES mark . their glorious way , Ann'd for the fight , and blazing on the day ! Blood stains their steps ; and o ' er the conqu ' ring plain , Mid fighting- thousands , and mid thousands slain , Their eager swords promiscuous carnage blend , And ghastly deaths their raging course attend : Her mighty pow ' r the subject world shall see
, For laurel'd conquest waits her hi gh degree . See her bold vessels , rushing to the main , Catch the swift gales , and sweep the wat ' ry plain ; Or , led by Commerce , at the merchant ' s door Unlade the treasures of each distant shore ; Or , arm'd with thunder , on the guilty foe
Rush big with death , and aim th' impending blow . Bid ev'ry realm , that hears the trump of Fame , Quake at the distant terror of her name . S .