If There's Another World, He Lives In

My Dear, My Native Soil! For Whom My Warmest Wish To Heav'n Is Sent, Long May Thy Hardy Sons Of Rustic Toil Be Blest With Health, And Peace, And Sweet Content!

O Life! Thou Art A Galling Load, Along A Rough, A Weary Road, To Wretches Such As I!

Their Sighing, Canting, Grace-proud Faces, Their Three-mile Prayers, And Half-mile Graces.

Now Nature Hangs Her Mantle Green On Every Blooming Tree, And Spreads Her Sheets O'daisies White Out O'er The Grassy Lea.

It Is Cruelty To Be Humane To Rebels, And Humanity Is Cruelty.