With patriotic glee, <br />Columbia's jubilee <br />Once more we hail: <br />Let nothing damp our joys- <br />The Temp'rance pledge destroys <br />The last foe that annoys.- <br />Quail, monster, quail! <br /> <br /> <br />To aid us in the fray, <br />A new and bold array <br />Push to the field:- <br />Men who for years have quaff'd <br />The devil's firy draught, <br />Have grappled with the Craft, <br />Thundering 'Yield!' <br /> <br /> <br />Through this most blessed breach <br />The drunkard we can reach!- <br />Oh! joyful sound! <br />The wife's crushed hopes revive- <br />The drunkard's children thrive- <br />The dead return alive- <br />The lost are found! <br /> <br /> <br />The captive to unbind- <br />To save from wreck the mind <br />Torn, tempest-tossed- <br />May Heaven this labor speed <br />Till from the foe we're freed, <br />And not one heart shall bleed <br />For loved ones lost. <br /> <br /> <br />Our fathers, when they broke <br />Proud Britain's galling yoke, <br />Fought one good fight!- <br />A better one fight they <br />Who 'cast the bowl away,' <br />And toast this glorious day <br />In water bright. <br /> <br /> <br />Reformers, go ahead! <br />No more let it be said <br />By freedom's foe, <br />That this, our fair domain, <br />Wears worse than British chain, <br />Under the tyrant reign <br />Of 'Death & Co.'<br /><br />John Pierpont<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fourth-of-july-ode/
