Poems and Songs Celebrating America

By Dover Publications

A tribute to the ideals and accomplishments of American history, this anthology features inspiring verse by Carl Sandburg, Walt Whitman, Langston Hughes, Phillis Wheatley, Katharine Lee Bates, John Greenleaf Whittier, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, and other noteworthy writers.
Contents include Walt Whitman's "I Hear America Singing," Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's "Paul Revere's Ride," "Concord Hymn" by Ralph Waldo Emerson, Carl Sandburg's "Chicago," Oliver Wendell Holmes's "Old Ironsides," and "Liberty Tree" by Thomas Paine. Additional poems and songs include John Greenleaf Whittier's "The Poor Voter on Election Day," Francis Scott Key's "The Star-Spangled Banner," "Battle Hymn of the Republic" by Julia Ward Howe, Emma Lazarus's "New Colossus," and Myra Sklarew's "Monuments."

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dover Publications
• Release date: Aug 20, 2014
• ISBN: 9780486798189

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BENJAMIN FRANKLIN (1706–1790)

A prominent Founding Father, Franklin was an author, printer, publisher, postmaster, inventor, scientist, political theorist, and diplomat. He helped draft the Declaration of Independence and was one of its signers. The phrase ye bad neighbors in the second-to-last stanza of The Mother Country alludes to France.

The Mother Country

"We have an old mother that peevish is grown;

She snubs us like children that scarce walk alone;

She forgets we’re grown up and have sense of our own;

Which nobody can deny, deny,

Which nobody can deny.

If we don’t obey orders, whatever the case,

She frowns, and she chides, and she loses all patience,

and sometimes she hits us a slap in the face,

Which nobody can deny, etc.

Her orders so odd are, we often suspect

That age has impaired her sound intellect;

But still an old mother should have due respect,

Which nobody can deny, etc.

Let’s bear with her humors as well as we can;

But why should we bear the abuse of her man?

When servants make mischief, they earn the rattan,

Which nobody should deny, etc.

Know too, ye bad neighbors, who aim to divide

The sons from the mother, that still she’s our pride;

And if ye attack her we’re all of her side,

Which nobody can deny, etc.

We’ll join in her lawsuits, to baffle all those,

Who, to get what she has, will be often her foes;

For we know it must all be our own, when she goes,

Which nobody can deny, deny

Which nobody can deny."

JOHN DICKINSON (1732–1808)

Dickinson, a lawyer and politician who has been called the Penman of the Revolution, wrote The Liberty Song in response to the Townshend Acts of 1767, which levied additional duties on the Colonies by the British. Dickinson’s friend Arthur Lee contributed a few stanzas. The lyrics contain the first use of the phrase By uniting we stand, by dividing we fall. Dickinson was a delegate from Pennsylvania in the Continental Congress and a signer of the United States Constitution.

The Liberty Song

Come join hand in hand, brave Americans all,

And rouse your bold hearts at fair Liberty’s call;

No tyrannous acts, shall suppress your just claim,

Or stain with dishonor America’s name.

Chorus:

In Freedom we’re born, and in Freedom we’ll live.

Our purses are ready,

Steady, friends, steady;

Not as slaves, but as Freemen our money we’ll give.

Our worthy forefathers—let’s give them a cheer—

To climates unknown did courageously steer;

Thro’ oceans to deserts, for freedom they came,

And, dying, bequeath’d us their freedom and fame.

Chorus

Their generous bosoms all dangers despis’d,

So highly, so wisely, their birthrights they priz’d;

We’ll keep what they gave, we will piously keep,

Nor frustrate their toils on the land or the deep.

Chorus

The Tree, their own hands had to Liberty rear’d;

They liv’d to behold growing strong and rever’d;

With transport then cried,—"Now our wishes we gain,

For our children shall gather the fruits of our pain."

Chorus

How sweet are the labors that freemen endure,

That they shall enjoy all the profit, secure,—

No more such sweet labors Americans know,

If Britons shall reap what Americans sow.

Chorus

Swarms of placemen and pensioners soon will appear,

Like locusts deforming the charms of the year:

Suns vainly will rise, showers vainly descend,

If we are to drudge for what others shall spend.

Chorus

Then join hand in hand brave Americans all,

By uniting we stand, by dividing we fall;

In so righteous a cause let us hope to succeed,

For Heaven approves of each generous deed.

Chorus

All ages shall speak with amaze and applause,

Of the courage we’ll show in support of our laws;

To die we can bear,—but to serve we disdain,

For shame is to freemen more dreadful than pain.

Chorus

This bumper I crown for our sovereign’s health,

And this for Britannia’s glory and wealth;

That wealth, and that glory immortal may be,

If she is but just, and we are but free.

Chorus

THOMAS PAINE (1737–1809)

British-born Paine became an important force in the American Revolution with his fiery political writing, which included Common Sense and the Crisis papers. Songs such as Liberty Tree were cheaply printed as broadsheets and distributed throughout the Colonies, where they were sung at home and public gatherings.

Liberty Tree

I.

In a chariot of light, from the regions of day,

The goddess of liberty came,

Ten thousand celestials directed the way,

And hither conducted the dame.

A fair budding branch from the garden above,

Where millions with millions agree,

She brought in her hand, as a pledge of her love,

And the plant she named, Liberty tree.

II.

The celestial exotic struck deep in the ground,

Like a native it flourish’d and bore:

The fame of its fruit drew the nations around,

To seek out this peaceable shore.

Unmindful of names or distinctions they came,

For freemen like brothers agree;

With one spirit endued, they one friendship pursued,

And their temple was Liberty tree.

III.

Beneath this fair tree, like the patriarchs of old,

Their bread in contentment they ate,

Unvex’d with the troubles of silver or gold,

The cares of the grand and the great.

With timber and tar they Old England supplied,

And supported her pow’r on the sea:

Her battles they fought, without getting a groat,

For the honour of Liberty tree.

IV.

But hear, O ye swains (’tis a tale most profane),

How all the tyrannical pow’rs,

King, Commons, and Lords, are uniting amain,

To cut down this guardian of ours.

From the east to the west blow the trumpet to arms,

Through the land let the sound of it flee:

Let the far and the near, all unite with a cheer,

In defence of our Liberty tree.

JONATHAN MITCHELL SEWALL (1745–1808)

Sewall was raised by his uncle, Stephen Sewall, Chief Justice of the Supreme Court of Massachusetts. He became a lawyer in Portsmouth, New Hampshire, and wrote patriotic poems and songs during the Revolution.

On Independence

Come all you brave soldiers, both valiant and free,

It’s for Independence we all now agree;

Let us gird on our swords, and prepare to defend,

Our liberty, property, ourselves and our friends.

In a cause that’s so righteous, come let us agree,

And from hostile invaders set America free,

The cause is so glorious we need not to fear,

But from merciless tyrants we’ll set ourselves clear.

Heaven’s blessing attending us, no tyrant shall say,

That Americans e’er to such monsters gave way,

But fighting we’ll die in America’s cause,

Before we’ll submit to tyrannical laws.

George the Third, of Great Britain, no more shall he reign,

With unlimited sway o’er these free States again,

Lord North, nor old Bute, nor none of their clan,

Shall ever be honor’d by an American.

May Heaven’s blessings descend on our United States,

And grant that the union may never abate;

May love, peace, and harmony, ever be found,

For to go hand in hand America round.

Upon our grand Congress may Heaven bestow,

Both wisdom and skill our good to pursue;

On Heaven alone dependent we’ll be,

But from all earthly tyrants we mean to be free.

Unto our brave Generals may Heaven give skill,

Our armies to guide, and the sword for to