And learns, amid the battle’s rage,
Columbia’s hearts and hands to know.
“What shall the desperate captain do?
Around his bravest men expire!
No hope is left! He speaks—his crew
A leeward gun, reluctant, fire.
“Columbia! from your youthful sleep
Arise, your tars, your rights to save!
Thus guard their freedom on the deep,
Thus claim your empire on the wave!”