Hail, Columbia! happy land!

Hail, ye heroes! heaven-born band!

Who fought and bled in Freedom's cause,

Who fought and bled in Freedom's cause,

And when the storm of war was gone,

Enjoyed the peace your valor won.

Let independence be our boast,

Ever mindful what it cost;

Ever grateful for the prize,

Let its altar reach the skies!

Joseph Hopkinson (1770-1842): Hail, Columbia!

Hail holy light! offspring of heav'n first-born.

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book iii. Line 1.

Farewell happy fields,

Where joy forever dwells: hail, horrors!

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 249.

Let others hail the rising sun:

I bow to that whose course is run.

David Garrick (1716-1779): On the Death of Mr. Pelham.

Hail to the chief who in triumph advances!

Sir Walter Scott (1771-1832): Lady of the Lake. Canto ii. Stanza 19.

I see my way as birds their trackless way.

I shall arrive,—what time, what circuit first,

I ask not; but unless God send his hail

Or blinding fire-balls, sleet or stifling snow,

In some time, his good time, I shall arrive:

He guides me and the bird. In his good time.

Robert Browning (1812-1890): Paracelsus. Part i.

Hail wedded love, mysterious law, true source

Of human offspring.

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 750.