United as states, but as citizens free.
Come, raise up the turret; our glory and pride;
In the center it stands, o’er the whole to preside:
The sons of Columbia shall view with delight
Its pillars, and arches, and towering height:
Our roof is now rais’d, and our song still shall be,
A federal head o’er a people that’s free.
Huzza! my brave boys, our work is complete;
The world shall admire Columbia’s fair seat;
Its strength against tempest and time shall be proof,