Columbia, all hail! May thy banner ne’er be furled Till Liberty, with her beauteous rays, Enlighten all the world. Columbia, to thee From every clime we come, To lay our trophies at thy feet— Our sunbright, glorious home.
’Twas a lovely autumn morn, And the leaves were turning red, And the sturdy oaks and graceful pines Their branches overspread; And the breezes softly swept The hills and valleys o’er; And the dew-kissed earth with incense sweet, Crowned forest, grove and flower.