And These Gems Of Heav'n, Her Starry

Was I Deceiv'd, Or Did A Sable Cloud Turn Forth Her Silver Lining On The Night?

And These Gems Of Heav'n, Her Starry Train.

Sweetest Echo, Sweetest Nymph, That Liv'st Unseen Within Thy Airy Shell, By Slow Meander's Margent Green, And In The Violet-embroidered Vale.

Th' Imperial Ensign, Which Full High Advanc'd Shone Like A Meteor, Streaming To The Wind.

Our Country Is Where Ever We Are Well Off.