Fame’s far-spreading voice has eterniz’d in story;
By the roar of our cannon now called to the strand
She beholds on the ocean their rivals in glory,
Her sons there she owns,
And her clarion’s bold tones
Tell of Hull and Decatur, of Bainbridge and Jones;
For the tars of Columbia are lords of the wave,
And have sworn that old ocean’s their home or their grave!
She speaks, too, of Lawrence, the merciful brave,
Whose body in death still his flag nobly shielded;