Hope springs exulting on triumphant wing.

On Earth, Discord! A gloomy Heaven above, opening her jealous gates to the nineteen thousandth part of the tithe of mankind! And below, an inescapable & inexorable Hell, expanding its leviathan jaws for the vast residue of Mortals!

The landlord's laugh was ready chorus.

All-cheering Plenty, with her flowing horn, Led yellow Autumn, wreath'd with nodding corn.

The heart that is generous and kind most resembles God.

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!

Hope springs exulting on triumphant wing.