Song Of A Thousand Years

Song of A Thousand Years
1279

A thousand years, my own Columbia
‘Tis the glad day so long foretold;
‘Tis the glad morn whose early twilight
Washington saw in times of old

What to the clouds one little monent
Hide the bine sky when morn appears,
When the bright sun that tinte them crimson
Rises to shine a thousand years
Chorus

Tell the great world these blessed tidingas
Yes, and be sure the bondman hears
Tell the oppressed of every nation
Jubiles lasts a thousand years!
Chorus

Envious foes beyond the ocean,
Little wa heed your threatening sneers! Little will they, our children’s chitiren
When you are gone a thousand years
Chorus

Rebels at home, go hide your facee;
Weep for your crimes with bitter tearat
You could not blind the blessed daylight
Though you should strive a thousand yeam
Chorus

Back to your dens, ye secret traltors,
Down to your own degraded spheres
Ere the first blaze of dazzling sunshine
Shortens your lives a thousand years
Chorus

Haste thes along, thou glorious noonday
Oh, for the eyes of ancient seerel
Oh, for the falth of him who reckone
Each of his daya a thousand years
Chorus