United States
"THE STAR SPANGLED BANNER"
Oh say, can you see by the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched wer so gallantly streaming.
And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
Oh say, does that Star Spangled Banner yet wave,
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
On the shore, dimly seen thro' the mists of the deep,
Where the foe's haughts host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam
In full glory reflected nbow shines on the stream;
‘Tis the Star Spangled Banner, Oh, long may it wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battles confusion
A home and a country should leave us no more?
Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and the slave
From the terror of flight or the doom of the grave.
But that Star-Spangled Banner in triumph doth wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
Oh, thus be it ever when free men shall stand
Between their lov'd homes and the war's desolation!
Blest with vict'ry and peace, may the heav'n rescued land
Praise the Pow'r that hath made and preserved us a nation!
The conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: "In God is our trust!"
And the Star Spangled Banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
ANACREONTIC SOCIETY
To Anacreon in Heavn where he sat in full glee,
A few sons of harmony sent a petition,
That he their patron and inspirer would be;
When this answer arrived from the jolly old Grecian--
Voice, fiddle, and flute,
No longer be mute;
I'll lend ye my name, and inspire ye to boot;
And, besides, I'll instruct ye, like me, to intwine
The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's vine.
The news through Olympus immediately flew;
When old Thunder pretended to give himself airs--
If these mortals are suffer'd their schemes to pursue,
The devil a goddess will stay above stairs.
Hark! already they cry,
In transports of joy,
A fig for Parnassus, to Rowley's we'll fly;
And there, my good fellows, we'll learn to intwine
The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's vine.
The yellow-hair'd god, and his nine fusty maids,
To the hill of old Lud will incontinent flee,
Idalia will boast but of tenantless shades,
And the biforked hill a mere desert will be.
My thunder, no fear on't,
Will soon do its errand,
And, dam'me! I'll swinge the ringleaders, I warrant.
I'll trim the young dogs for thus daring to twine
The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's vine.
Apollo rone up; and said, Pr'ythee ne'er quarrel,
Good king of the gods, with my vot'ries below!
Your thunder is useless--then shewing his laurel,
Cry'd Sic evitabile fulmen,you know!
Then over each head
My laurels I'll spread;
So my sons from your crackers no mischief shall dread,
While snug in their coat-room, they jovially twine
The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's vine.
Next Momus got up, with his risible phiz,
And swore with Appollo he'd cheerfully join--
The full tide of harmony still shall be his,
But the song, and the catch, and the laugh shall be mine;
Then, Jove, be not jealous
Of these honest fellows,
Cry'd Jove, we relent, since the truth now you tell us;
And swear, by Old Styx, that they long shall intwine
The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's vine.
Ye sons of Anacreon, then, join hand in hand;
Preserve unanimity, friendship, and love.
'Tis your's to support what's so happily plann'd;
You've the sanction of gods, and the fiat of Jove.
While thus we agree,
Our toast let it be.
May our club flourish happy, united, and free!
And long may the sons of Anacreon intwine
The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's vine.
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