Scatter plenty o'er a smiling land.
Rich with the spoils of time.
A fav'rite has no friend!
Ruin seize thee, ruthless king! Confusion on thy banners wait! Though fann'd by Conquest's crimson wing, They mock the air with idle state.
Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor.
Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear: Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air.