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Parent of day, the morn unveils her eyes,
How nature triumphs at the sight,
Her fragrant groves their incense yield;
The sweetness of mellifluous dews;
Here, gilt with splendid rays,
The spires and lofty turrets blaze ; There the canals reflect a pleasing gleam;
While dancing down the pebbly stream The silver radiance chears the feather'd throng, Woods, hills, and dales re-echo with their song.
Thus, like the morn, will fairest Freedom come,
In majesty divine,
Arise, O Liberty ? 'tis thine
The charms of nature to refine; With blooming hope and harmony to please, To crown with plenty, and to bless with ease, To light up aweful Virtue's living ray, And pour the flood of intellectual day.
Place me in Afric's desart lands,
Where thirst sits gaping on the sands; If there auspicious Freedom fix her seat,
'Midst burning blasts, I'll hail the rude retreat;
Soon shall the wild, more polish'd grown,
Sage Industry shall dig the well
While lowing herds, and bleating sheep,
Soon shall the mantling vine
Be taught around the palm to twine ; And social arts the stranger Naiads wake,
That sleep beneath the distant lake, Curious to view young Commerce gayly roam, And bring full harvests to his barren home.
Place me beneath the gelid zone,
Near winter's adamantine throne, Where farthest ocean foams with icy roar Along the bleak, inhospitable shore :
If Freedom to the smoky dome
With fur-cloath'd mortals deign to roam ;
For Property will there appear;
Pursue the panting prey:
Or, mindful of the lengthen'd day, Sit chaunting on the mountain's chrystal brow,
Where hanging torrents shine below; Nor will Cimmerian sleep forget to bring Safe slumbers, waving at his downy wing.
Come then, Celestial, let thy wish'd return
This happier clime serene ;
Heartless we view the splendid scene
Of turrets, and the painted green; Heartless the music of the groves we hear, As when, new harness'd out by Wrath and Fear, Night's chariot moves in storms; and thunders hurl'd Roll their broad terrors round the groaning world.
Life! the dear precarious boon!
Shafts, to pierce the strong I view,
appears, While I gaze it swims in tears ;