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the younglg ttars retire to rest:

the parent-pair their secret hoa pay,

and proffer up to heaven the war reest,

that he who stills the raven&039;s c&039;ro nest,

and decks the lily fair flow&039;ry pride,

would, the way his wisdo sees the best,

for the and for their little ones provide;

but chiefly, their hearts with grace dive preside

fro scenes like these, old stia&039;s grandeur sprgs,

that akes her lov&039;d at ho, rever&039;d abroad:

prces and lords are but the breath of kgs,

“an honest an&039;s the noblest work of god;”

and certes, fair virtue&039;s heavenly road,

the tta leaves the pace far behd;

what is a lordlg&039;s pop? a cubro load,

disguisg oft the wretch of huan kd,

studied arts of hell, wickedness ref&039;d!

o stia! y dear, y native il!

for who y warst wish to heaven is sent,

long ay thy hardy ns of rtic toil

be blest with health, and peace, and sweet ntent!

and o! ay heaven their siple lives prevent

fro xury&039;s ntagion, weak and vile!

then howe&039;er crowns and ros be rent,

a virtuo popuce ay rise the while,

and stand a wall of fire around their uch-lov&039;d isle

o thou! who pour&039;d the patriotic tide,

that strea&039;d thro&039; walce&039;s undaunted heart,

who dar&039;d to nobly ste tyrannic pride,

or nobly die, the send glorio part:

(the patriot&039;s god peculiarly thou art,

his friend, spirer, guardian, and reward!)

o never, never stia&039;s real desert;

but still the patriot, and the patriot-bard

bright suession raise, her ornant and guard!