...what a sight! When twenty millions rise in strength, To vindicate the right. Was ever such a loyalty Bestowed on any throne? Can such a country ever fall, Where such a love is shown? Ah, no! America shall rise Above the dismal cloud; This is her resurrection morn! She casts aside the shroud! Harp of Columbia! there is still A theme to waken thee; Thou canst again the bosom thrill As whe...