Behold conven’d in firm debate,
Of high importance to each State;
Our honour’d fathers sit.
And knowledge ruling at the helm,
They wisely point to every realm;
The rocks on which they’ve split.
Aloud they cry, that Luxury’s charms,
Are worse than Indians cloath’d in arms;
And deeper wound the whole.
Then high they rais’d, a godlike mound,
The STATES in FEDERAL virtue bound;
And BID their FAME sublime to roll.