Hence all the land the Patriot's ardour shares;
Hence dread Religion smiles with social joy;
Hence the free bosom's softest, loveliest cares,
Each graceful scene of private life imploy.
O fair BRITANNIA, hail! — With partial love
The tribes of men their native seats approve,
Unjust and hostile to a foreign fame;
But when from gen'rous minds and manly laws
A nation holds her prime applause,
There public zeal defies the test of blame.