The gloomy night before us flies, The reign of terror now is o'er; Is gags, inquisitors, and spies, Its herds of harpies are no more! Rejoice, Columbia's sons, rejoice! To tyrants never bend the knee, But join with heart, and soul, and voice, For Jefferson and Liberty! No lordling here, with gorging jaws shall wring from industry the food; Nor fiery bigot's holy laws lay waste our fields and streets in blood! Here strangers from a thousand shores compelled by tyranny to roam, Shall find amidst abundant stores, a nobler and happier home. Here Art shall lift her laurelled head,...