That mind that rules throughout th' eternal skies,
And where the mightiest circl'd planet flies,
And scans the whole with one glance of his eye,
And doth all time and circumstance espy,
Knew just as well some million years ago,
As moments now that do this instant flow,
That these vast lands should yet in one unite,
For some great purpose of his mind of might.
To well combine the good of Europe's powers,
Reject the bad from these fair shores of ours,
Bring to right from every distant shore,
And blend them here in bliss for evermore.
We are designed by heaven's own wise decree
To be a model of a country free.
Young Jonathan has had his trial's day,
False to his trust it fled from him away;
And now his cousin, trusted with the grace,
Stands on th' eminence of his former place.
True to our trust, firm at the sacred post,
Let us not yet, as other lands, be lost;
But stand to adorn, throughout all distant time,
Our country fame; in every other clime
There is a law, a principle divine,
That runs through all this noble theme of mine;
Heaven doth design throughout these measures all
To teach mankind new lessons for their soul.
There's some new light in every theme of power
That men discuss throughout life's chequered hour;
Some dross doth fall from every changing age,
That yet is seen disgracing history's page;
Some dross doth fall from every changing age,
That yet is seen disgracing history's page;
And good will come, yea, universal good,
Where once of yore some ancient error stood.
Man may propose, in good and evil, too,
God rules o'er all, and gives mankind their due;
The world moves on, let man say what he will,
Some Gallio moves in every circle still.
Heaven's own decree to renovate this earth,
And make it brighter than 'twas at his birth,
Will come to pass in spite of scoffers' tongue,
The atheist riddle, and the gambler's song;
For his great mind preside for evermore
O'er every scene, through time, on every shore.
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