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ON THE HAPPY PROSPECT OF PEACE WITH AMERICA.
Lo! the dark clouds, which threatened angry war,Once more are scattered, and the bow of peace,
Spanning the heavens, promises increase
And joy to Earth: Peace, the true household Lar
Of Man, and Heaven's steward! o'er the far
Atlantic, like a glorious frontispiece,
On the fair face of heav'n, to this new lease
Of civilization, lo! it spans the air!
A bridge for Peace to cross the ocean wide,
One end on England's seabuilt buttress rests,
The other on America's strong side;
While all between Peace with her wings invests,
Sheltering the fleets that far beneath her glide,
And speeding them upon their sacred quests!
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