Take, O take the martial Lyre,

Boldly strike the deep-ton'd wire;

Make it's notes sublimely roll,

Kindle rapture in the soul:

Touch the secrets of the heart,   

Bid it's every life thread start,

And, with sympathetic sway,

Lead it captive quick away.

Ye that, by the muses blest,

Know to move the dormant breast;  

Wake, O wake the song of praise,

Loudly sing, in [unintelligible] lays,

Glorious deeds by heroes done,

Laurell'd Crowns by heroes won:

Tell that freedom was their cause, 

Liberty and equal Laws;

Rights to Freemen only known,

Freemen's heritage alone.

Ye that boast a Patriot's name,

Ye that feel a Patriot flame   

Ardent in your bosom glow,

Thro' your veins, high-mounting, flow;

You that rais'd a helping hand,

To protect your native land,

Half our Country captive bound;

Tell me, Patriots, for you know,

What should gratitude bestow,

What award the noble brave,

What from threefold dangers saved,    

Saved the land when hope had fled,

And desponding hung her head?

You who, deep with wisdom fraught,

Harsh discordant matter wrought­

Moulded from the seeds of strife, 

Form and order, union, life;

You, whose Legislative sway,

In the dark and trying day,

Gave the arm of power it's force,

Turn'd it to it's proper course;

Dar'd to immolate a part,

To preserve the vital heart:

Tell me, Statesmen, for you know,

What should gratitude bestow,

What award the wise and good,

Who the raging storm withstood,

Nobly braved it 'till the last,

'Till the danger all was past?

Patriots, Statesmen, all you crave,

Is your Country's love–to have;  

Affection's fond effusions tell,

That you deserve its praises well.

Wake, O wake the trembling wire,

O'er it breathe ecstatic fire!

Strike the deep–ton'd chords and tell, 

The deeds of those who fought and fell!

Crown each ever honour'd name,

With the laurell'd wreaths of fame.

Foremost in the glorious band,

Followed by a patriot train,

Who have sav'd the embattled plain.

They stood firm in freedom's cause,

To their country and it's laws;

They have left their names in trust, 

Wake then, wake the martial lyre,

Boldly touch the obedient wire;

Strike the deep–ton'd chords and tell,

The deeds of those who for their country fell.

ERIEUS.