Tis Providence Alone Secures In Every Change

How Much A Dunce That Has Been Sent To Roam, Excels A Dunce That Has Been Kept At Home.

I Am Out Of Humanity's Reach.

Without One Friend, Above All Foes, Britannia Gives The World Repose.

But Slaves That Once Conceive The Glowing Thought Of Freedom, In That Hope Itself Possess All That The Contest Calls For; Spirit, Strength, The Scorn Of Danger, And United Hearts, The Surest Presage Of The Good They Seek.

Still Ending, And Beginning Still.