Liberty's In Every Blow! Let Us Do

My Dear, My Native Soil! For Whom My Warmest Wish To Heav'n Is Sent, Long May Thy Hardy Sons Of Rustic Toil Be Blest With Health, And Peace, And Sweet Content!

Pleasures Are Like Poppies Spread: You Seize The Flow'r, Its Bloom Is Shed.

As Tammie Glow'red, Amazed And Curious, The Mirth And Fun Grew Fast And Furious.

Chords That Vibrate Sweetest Pleasure Thrill The Deepest Notes Of Woe.

Even Thou Who Mournst The Daisy's Fate, That Fate Is Thine--no Distant Date; Stern Ruin's Ploughshare Drives, Elate, Full On Thy Bloom, Till Crushed Beneath The Furrow's Weight Shall Be Thy Doom!