LXI. Again the chief, with friendly smiles, invites Shelty unclasp'd his bonnet from his brow, Then, as the bag-pipe to his lip he prest, 2680 2685 2690 SONG. COLUMBIA. Columbia's shores are wild and wide, Columbia's hills are high, And rudely planted side by side Her forests meet the eye. But narrow must those shores be made, And low Columbia's hills, And low her ancient forests laid, Ere Freedom leaves her fields, For 'tis the land, where, rude and wild, And deep and wide her streams that flow Impetuous to the tide : And thick and green the laurels grow 2695 For oh! Columbia's sons are brave, 2710 The gales that wave her mountain-pine Are fragrant and serene: For oh! her sons are brave and free; 2720 Their breasts beat high with liberty. For arming boldest cuirassier Embowell'd in the earth. And ere Columbia's sons resign The boon their fathers won, The polish'd ore from every mine Shall glitter in the sun : spear, 2725 For bright's the blade, and sharp the spear Our warriors to the battle bear. Let Britain boast the deeds she's done, And count her laurels bravely won In well-contested fight. 2735 The sightless piper ceas'd, and lowly bow'd, While rung the deck with the tars' plaudits loud; Full was the bursting of the naval roar, 2765 As billows when they lash the rocky shore. 2780 LXII. The gaily conscious seamen feel their pow'r, 2785 |