With all that's ours, together let us rise, Seek brighter plains and more indulgent skies; 350 And nature blossoms in her virgin pride; Where all that beauty's hand can form to please, The shady coverts and the sunny hills, 355 The evening walk among the blushing flow'rs, The fragrant groves that yield a sweet perfume, 360 No tyrant lord shall grasp a thousand farms, 365 No raging murrain on your cattle seize, And nature sicken with the dire disease. But golden years, anew, begin their reigns, And cloudless sunshine gild salubrious plains. 370 Herbs, fruits and flow'rs shall clothe th' uncultur'd field, Along the meads, or near the shady groves, There sport the flocks, there feed the fatt'ning droves; There strays the steed, through bloomy vales afar, Who erst mov'd lofty in the ranks of war. 380 There, free from envy, cank'ring care and strife, Flow the calm pleasures of domestic life: There mutual friendship soothes each placid breast, 385 For friends in war, in piece are doubly friends: Their children taught to emulate their sires, Catch the warm glow, and feel the kindred fires, Till by degrees the mingling joys improve, 390 Nor long the blushing pair in secret sigh, And drink sweet poison from the love-sick eye; Blest be their lot, when in his eager arms Th' enamour'd youth folds the fair virgin's charms; On her ripe lip imprints the burning kiss, 395 Then festal sports the ev'ning hours prolong, 400 What wond'rous deeds, by him, in youth, were done. No sights of woe, no tort'ring fears annoy 1 The sweet sensations of the heart-felt joy: Nor shall the savages of murd'rous soul, So shall you flourish in unfading prime, 405 410 415 420 425 To all the vigour of that pristine race, Then cities rise, and spiry towns increase, With gilded domes, and every art of peace. 430 D Then Cultivation shall extend his pow'r, Rear the green blade, and nurse the tender flow'r; And robe with verdure all the genial soil. Then shall rich Commercè court the fav'ring gales, 435 440 Then oh, blest land! with genius unconfin'd, With polish'd manners, and th' illumin❜d mind, Thy future race on daring wing shall soar, Each science trace, and all the arts explore; Till bright religion, beck'ning to the skies, Shall bid thy sons to endless glories rise. As round thy clime celestial joy extends, 445 450 And oh, may heav'n! when all our toils are past, 455 Crown with such happiness our days at last: So rise our sons, like our great sires of old, With spotless faith, and morals pure, their name 460 And thou Supreme! whose hand sustains this ball, Make the great empire rise on Wisdom's plan, 466 |