Angels and seraphims above

With golden heads and wings so white,

From this frail arch of varied hues,

Dropped to the earth in sudden plight.

Lo! o’er the earth mid verdure clad,

Flow’rs grew in colors sweet and true,

Just like the rainbow over head,

Softly nurtured with heavenly dew.

Then back they flew through mist and clouds,

From flow’ry meads far, far away

To the depths of eternal love

Chanting to earth their sweetest lay.

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THE GUARD AND GLORY OF THE WORLD. (Fair Columbia.)

The guard and glory of the world,

Columbia is thee,

To your fair shores the pilgrims came,

From o’er the briny sea;

Like beacon lights from shore to shore,

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