One Moment May With Bliss Repay Unnumbered

Tis Distance Lends Enchantment To The View, And Robes The Mountain In Its Azure Hue.

Who Hath Not Own'd, With Rapture-smitten Frame, The Power Of Grace, The Magic Of A Name.

Britannia Needs No Bulwarks, No Towers Along The Steep; Her March Is O'er The Mountain Waves, Her Home Is On The Deep.

Truth Ever Lovely - Since The World Began, The Foe Of Tyrants, And The Friend Of Man.

The Proud, The Cold Untroubled Heart Of Stone, That Never Mused On Sorrow But Its Own.