Scatter plenty o'er a smiling land.

The meanest flowret of the vale, / The simplest note that swells the gale, / The common sun, the air, and skies, / To him are opening paradise.

One principal characteristic of vice in the present age is the contempt of fame.

Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor.

The applause of list'ning senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes.

Visions of glory, spare my aching sight! Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul!

The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike th' inevitable hour. The paths of glory lead but to the grave.