The rock on which the storm will beat,
The rock on which the storm will beat;
But armed in virtue firm and true, his hopes are fix’d on Heaven and you.
When hope was sinking in dismay, and glooms obscured Columbia’s day,
His steady mind, from changes free, resolved on death or liberty.
Firm united let us be, &c.
True Blue is the Color for Me.
There are fifty fine colors that flaunt and flare,
All pleasant and gay to see,