 | The domestic affections |  |
‘High the peaceful streamers wave!
‘Lo!’ they sing, ‘we come to save!
‘Come to smile on ev'ry shore,
‘Truth and Eden to restore!
‘Come, the balm of joy to bring,
‘Borne on softest gales of spring!
‘Rapture! swell the choral voice,
‘Favor'd earth! rejoice, rejoice!
‘Lo!’ they sing, ‘we come to save!
‘Come to smile on ev'ry shore,
‘Truth and Eden to restore!
‘Come, the balm of joy to bring,
‘Borne on softest gales of spring!
‘Rapture! swell the choral voice,
‘Favor'd earth! rejoice, rejoice!
‘Now the work of death is o'er,
‘Sleep, thou sword! to wake no more!
‘Never more Ambition's hand
‘Shall wave thee o'er a trembling land!
‘Never more, in hopeless anguish,
‘Caus'd by thee, shall virtue languish!
‘Rapture! swell the choral voice,
‘Favor'd earth, rejoice, rejoice!
‘Sleep, thou sword! to wake no more!
‘Never more Ambition's hand
‘Shall wave thee o'er a trembling land!
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‘Caus'd by thee, shall virtue languish!
‘Rapture! swell the choral voice,
‘Favor'd earth, rejoice, rejoice!
‘Cease to flow, thou purple flood,
‘Cease to fall, ye tears of blood!
‘Swell no more the clarion's breath,
‘Wake no more the song of death!
‘Rise, ye hymns of concord, rise,
‘Incense, worthy of the skies!
‘Wake the Pæan, tune the voice,
‘Favor'd earth, rejoice, rejoice!
‘Cease to fall, ye tears of blood!
‘Swell no more the clarion's breath,
‘Wake no more the song of death!
‘Rise, ye hymns of concord, rise,
‘Incense, worthy of the skies!
‘Wake the Pæan, tune the voice,
‘Favor'd earth, rejoice, rejoice!
‘Nature, smile! thy vivid grace,
‘Now no more shall war deface;
‘Airs of spring, oh! sweetly breathe,
‘Summer! twine thy fairest wreath!
‘Not the warrior's bier to spread,
‘Not to crown the victor's head;
‘But with flowers of every hue,
‘Love and mercy's path to strew!
‘Swell to heaven the choral voice,
‘Favor'd earth! rejoice, rejoice!
‘Now no more shall war deface;
‘Airs of spring, oh! sweetly breathe,
‘Summer! twine thy fairest wreath!
‘Not the warrior's bier to spread,
‘Not to crown the victor's head;
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‘Love and mercy's path to strew!
‘Swell to heaven the choral voice,
‘Favor'd earth! rejoice, rejoice!
‘Sleep, Ambition! rage, expire!
‘Vengeance! fold thy wing of fire!
‘Close thy dark and lurid eye,
‘Bid thy torch, forsaken, die!
‘Furl thy banner, waving proud,
‘Dreadful as the thunder-cloud!
‘Shall destruction blast the plain?
‘Shall the falchion rage again?
‘Shall the sword thy bands dissever?
‘Never, sweet Affection! never!
‘As the halcyon o'er the ocean,
‘Lulls the billow's wild commotion,
‘So we bid dissension cease.
‘Bloom, O Amaranth of peace!
‘Twine the spear with vernal roses!
‘Now the reign of discord closes!
‘Goddess of th' unconquer'd isles,
‘Freedom! triumph in our smiles!
‘Blooming youth, and wisdom hoary,
‘Bards of fame, and sons of glory;
‘Albion! pillar of the main!
‘Monarchs! nations! join the strain!
‘Swell to heav'n th' exulting voice;
‘Mortals, triumph! earth, rejoice!’
‘Vengeance! fold thy wing of fire!
‘Close thy dark and lurid eye,
‘Bid thy torch, forsaken, die!
‘Furl thy banner, waving proud,
‘Dreadful as the thunder-cloud!
‘Shall destruction blast the plain?
‘Shall the falchion rage again?
‘Shall the sword thy bands dissever?
‘Never, sweet Affection! never!
‘As the halcyon o'er the ocean,
‘Lulls the billow's wild commotion,
‘So we bid dissension cease.
‘Bloom, O Amaranth of peace!
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‘Now the reign of discord closes!
‘Goddess of th' unconquer'd isles,
‘Freedom! triumph in our smiles!
‘Blooming youth, and wisdom hoary,
‘Bards of fame, and sons of glory;
‘Albion! pillar of the main!
‘Monarchs! nations! join the strain!
‘Swell to heav'n th' exulting voice;
‘Mortals, triumph! earth, rejoice!’
| The domestic affections | |