Heart-cheering mirth, and plenty ever gay,
With rofy joy fhall tend thy gentle sway!

PALEMON.

Hafte then, O hafte, thy foft'ning pow'r renew, Blefs ev'ry clime, the old world and the new! In friendly league, unite each distant fhore, And bid mankind with anger burn no more. Commerce fhall then expand without control, Where coafts extend, or fartheft oceans roll; These spacious realms their treasures fhall unfold, And Albion's fhores fhall blaze with Indian gold.

PHILANDer.

Hail! happy Britain, in a Sovereign blest,
Who deems in Kings a virtuous name the best;
Guardian of right and facred liberty,
Rome's glorious Numa shall be seen in thee;
Beneath thy fmile fair Science fhall increase,
And form one reign of Learning and of Peace.
E'en we who now attempt the muse's shell,
Great George's kind *munificence can tell,

Tho'

* Alluding to his Majefty's granting and fubfcribing fo graciously to the Brief for the establishment of the Colleges of Philadelphia and New-York.

Tho' far remov'd from his illuftrious throne,
Yet have these walls his regal bounty known.
Thus univerfal fhines the god of day,

Each land enlight'ning with his genial ray.

HORATI O.

Enough, my friends!- ye fweeter numbers flow And let the deep ton'd swelling organ blow; Ye tuneful quire, your dulcet warblings join, And footh th' attentive foul with harmony divine.

D

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WRITTEN BY PAUL JACKSON, A. M.

I./

S

MILING Pleasure's festive band

Swift defcends to blefs our land,
Sweet Content, and Joy, and Love,
Happy offsprings from above!
No more fell difcord calls aloud to war,
Her crimson banners flaming from afar.

CHORUS.

CHORUS.

Bleft ara, hail! with thee fhall ceafe

Of war the wafting train;

On thee attendant, white rob'd peace

In triumph comes again.

II.

Where the grim favage devastation spread,
And drench'd in gore his execrable hand;
Where prowling wolves late wander'd o'er the dead,
And repoffefs'd the defolated land;
There beauteous villages and cheerful farms
Now variegate the far extended plain;

And there the swain, secure from future harms,”
Delighted, views his fields and waving grain.

CHORU s.

Bleft æra, hail! with thee fhall ceafe

Of war the wafting train;

On thee attendant, white-rob'd peace

In triumph comes again.

III.

Hafte ye mufes, and explore

The tawny chief on Erie's fhore ;

Or

Or among the forefts wide,
That imbrown Ontario's fide;

Bid him quick his bow unbend,
Hateful war is at an end;

*

And bid the fire of rivers, as he runs,

The joy proclaim to all his fwarthy fons.

CHORUS.

Bleft æra, hail! with thee fhall cease

Of war the wafting train;

On thee attendant, white-rob'd peace

In triumph comes again.

IV.

May Britain's glory still increase,
Her fame immortal be,

Whose fons make war to purchase peace,

And conquer to fet free.

Such pow'r is like the star of day,

That cheers the realms of night,

Before whofe beam each beaft of prey,
To darkness speeds his flight;

And may it grow, till round the earthly ball,

Science and liberty illumine all!

CHORUS.

Sire of rivers is a tranflation of the word Minifippi.

CHORUS.

Bleft æra, come! when war fhall cease,
With all her wafting train;
And justice, innocence, and peace
Thro' endless years remain.