Lo! freedom’s sons once more are met!
See, patriots lift those colours high;
Who leads them on?—their Lafayette!
See him, from dangers, dungeons, death,
Escap’d through heaven’s almighty hand,
To win again the civic wreath,
And sav’d, to save his native land!
Hail! freedom’s dearest, purest son,
What honours now adorn thy brow;
Thou hast the hardest conquest won,