The prophet's mantle, ere his flight began, Dropt on the world--a sacred gift to man.
Love! the surviving gift of Heaven, The choicest sweet of Paradise, In life's else bitter cup distilled.
I'll meet the raging of the skies, but not an angry father.
The patriot's blood is the seed of Freedom's tree.
His faithful dog salutes the smiling guest.
Ye mariners of England! That guard our native seas; Whose flag has braved a thousand years, The battle and the breeze!