Awake, Arise Or Be For Ever Fall’n.

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

Equally Inured By Moderation Either State To Bear, Prosperous Or Adverse.

It Was That Fatal And Perfidious Bark, Built In Th' Eclipse, And Rigg'd With Curses Dark.

Socrates... Whom Well Inspir'd The Oracle Pronounc'd Wisest Of Men.

If All The World Should In A Pet Of Temp'rance, Feed On Pulse, Drink The Clear Stream, And Nothing Wear But Frieze, Th' All-giver Would Be Unthank'd, Would Be Unprais'd.