On John Adams

Let Fame to the world sound America's voice;
No intrigues can her sons from their government sever;
Her pride is her Adams; Her laws are his choice,
And shall flourish, till Liberty slumbers for ever.
Then unite heart and hand,
Like Leonidas' band,
And swear to the God of the ocean and land;
That ne'er shall the sons of Columbia be slaves,
While the earth bears a plant, or the sea rolls its waves.
--Robert Treat Paine, Ode: Adams and Liberty, written for, and sung at the fourth Anniversary of the Massachusetts Charitable Fire Society, 1798