(Composed for the presidential campaign of Thomas Jefferson.)
Recording by RW:
The gloomy night before us flies,
The reign of Terror now is o’er;
Its Gags, Inquisitors, and Spies,
Its herds of Harpies are no more
Rejoice! Columbia’s Sons, rejoice!
To tyrants never bend the knee
But join with heart and soul and voice
For Jefferson and Liberty.
No Lordling here with gorging jaws.
Shall wring from Industry the food;
Nor fiery Bigot’s holy Laws,
Lay waste our fields and streets in blood.
Here strangers from a thousand shores
Compell’d by Tyranny to roam;
Shall find, amidst abundant stores,
A nobler and a happier home.
Here art shall lift her laurel’d head
Wealth, Industry, and Peace divine;
And where dark pathless Forest spread.
Rich Fields and lofty Cities shine.
From Georgia up to Lake Champlain
From Seas to Mississippi’s Shore;
Ye Sons of Freedom loud proclaim,
The Reign of Terror is no more.