PEACE ON HONORABLE TERMS TO AMERICA.
Signed by our Commissioners at Ghent, Dec. 24, 1814,-Prince Regent, Dec. 28,-
Ratified by the President and Senate, of the United States, Feb. 17, 1815.
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See Liberty on high her cap displays,
Our stars encircled bright with Glory rays,
The trumpet prostrate bids dire discord cease,
The Olive-Branch proclaims the reign of PEACE,

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Stern Justice with her balance gives the award,
While in her hand she grasps the glit'ring sword,
Alike in Peace or War Columbian's free,
Maintain their Rights--Justice and LIBERTY.

HAIL! heav'n born Goddess ! lovely PEACE !
At whose behest WAR'S clangours cease !
Columbia's banners, bright unfurl'd,
Adds lustre to our Western World !
CHORUS.
Let the cannon's thund'ring roar,
Loud resound from shore to shore,
Sing, and dance, and laugh and play,
This is freedom's holiday.

Pass, pass, the sparkling bumper round,
And join the drum and clarion's sound ;
While social hearts and cheerful glee,
Warm the rapt bosoms of the free.
Let the cannon's thund'ring roar,
Loud resound from shore to shore,
Sing, and dance, and laugh and play,
This is freedom's holiday.

Great Washington of peerless name,
Our country gain'd immortal fame ;
Where veteran Jackson's presence cheers,
A second Washington appears.
Let the cannon's thund'ring roar,
Loud resound from shore to shore,
Sing, and dance, and laugh and play,
This is freedom's holiday.

At ORLEANS and at BALTIMORE,
We met their LEGIONS on the shore ;
Our gallant troops led on the fight,
And put the myrmidons to flight.
Let the cannon's thund'ring roar,
Loud resound from shore to shore,
Sing, and dance, and laugh and play,
This is freedom's holiday.

No grave, no cov'ring but the sky,
The bleaching bones of thousands lie ;
England, behold your useless toil !
No slave pollutes Columbia's soil.
Let the cannon's thund'ring roar,
Loud resound from shore to shore,
Sing, and dance, and laugh and play,
This is freedom's holiday.

Where Lawrence, Ludlow, Burrows, fell,
Our flags their glorious triumph tell,
And Bainbridge, Hull, Decatur's name,
Resplendent swell the page of Fame !
Let the cannon's thund'ring roar,
Loud resound from shore to shore,
Sing, and dance, and laugh and play,
This is freedom's holiday.

See gallant PERRY'S fearless band,
On Erie's Lake, gain laurels bland,
CHAMPLAIN'S blue waters proudly show,
MC'DONOUGH brought the reptiles low.
Let the cannon's thund'ring roar,
Loud resound from shore to shore,
Sing, and dance, and laugh and play,
This is freedom's holiday.

CHAUNCEY on Lake Ontario,
Sought combat with th' insulting foe,
ROGERS on his swift courser s came,
Their navy trembles at his name.
Let the cannon's thund'ring roar,
Loud resound from shore to shore,
Sing, and dance, and laugh and play,
This is freedom's holiday.

Once more proud Briton's humbly bow,
Before their transatlantic foe,
In vain the savage allies boast,
In vain they arm their sable host.
Let the cannon's thund'ring roar,
Loud resound from shore to shore,
Sing, and dance, and laugh and play,
This is freedom's holiday.

Britain, who late to France and Spain,
Dictated laws---rul'd land and main,
By dire mishap, now feel they must,
'Fore Yankee heroes bite the dust !
Let the cannon's thund'ring roar,
Loud resound from shore to shore,
Sing, and dance, and laugh and play,
This is freedom's holiday.

Once more our ravish'd ears shall greet,
Industry's tools in tones so sweet ;
The ploughman join the jocun'd train,
The hardy lab'ror catch the strain.
Let the cannon's thund'ring roar,
Loud resound from shore to shore,
Sing, and dance, and laugh and play,
This is freedom's holiday.

Descend sweet Peace,---and on thy wing,
The halcyon days of plenty bring ;
From Albion's tyrant monarch free,
Our sails shall whiten ev'ry sea.
Let the cannon's thund'ring roar,
Loud resound from shore to shore,
Sing, and dance, and laugh and play,
This is freedom's holiday.

[This text appears between the two columns.] Printed by Nathaniel Coverly, Jun. Milk-Street Boston. Price 6 Cents.

Broadside, 1815

47 cm x 30 cm

Boston: Printed by Nathaniel Coverly, Jun., [1815]