To the Memory of Thomas Paine
C. Mead. "To the Memory of Thomas Paine." Address of J. W. Pomroy, Delivered in Philadelphia, at The Celebration of Thomas Paine's Birth Day, January 29, 1838. 15.
The following song, by C. Mead, was sung with a full chorus, and had a pleasing effect:
TO THE MEMORY OF
ADAPTED TO THE AIR OF "AULD LANG SYNE."
Should Freemen, Freedom's friends forget, And never speak their praise; Should Freedom's champion be beset, We pleasure feel from Paine; Who in the day that tried men's souls, With bigots, fools and knaves. A brighter scene to us unfolds, Could kindle Freedom's flame. He strangled error in his grasp, And made impostors rail; He strangled error in his grasp, That Justice might prevail. While saints and sinners now abound, Who cannot Paine endure; Here honest hearts enough are found, To guard his fame secure. Should holy men for heaven's sake, Against our lives conspire; No more can bigots plant the stake, Nor zealots light the fire. Now. here are those who friendly feel, Towards the human kind; And here are souls that never yield, To bondage of the mind. While some the Rights of Man deride, And falsehood spread afar; We've reason's dictate for our guide, And truth our polar star. Fair science in her potent sway, Now sheds her lucid beams; And in her march will force away, A babel built of dreams. Shall tyrants raise their thrones of blood, To prey on human fears. Now be it wafted on the wind, From altars bathed in tears; And govern in the name of God, O'er ev'ry land and sea, That priestly fetters shall not bind, The conscience of the Free.