Nor less at home O deign to smile,
Goddess of Britannia's isle!
Thou, that from her rocks survey'st
Her boundless realms the watry waste;
Thou, that rov'st the hill and mead
Where her flocks and heifers feed;
Thou, that cheer'st the industrious swain
While he strows the pregnant grain;
Thou, that hear'st his caroll'd vows
When th' expanded barn o'erflows;
Thou, the bulwark of our cause,
Thou, the guardian of our laws,
Sweet Liberty! — O deign to smile,
Goddess of Britannia's isle!