But Heav'ns right arm led forth the faithful
train,
The guardian Godhead swept the insidious plain,
'Till the scour'd
thicket amicable stood,
Nor dastard ambush, trench'd the dusky wood :
Our sires then earn'd no more, precarious
bread,
Nor midst alarms their frugal meals were spread,
Fair boding hopes inur'd their hands to toil,
And patriot virtue nurs'd the thriving soil,
Nor scarce two ages have their periods run,
Since o'er their culture, smil'd the genial sun ;
And now what states extend their fair domains,
O'er fleecy mountains, and luxuriant plains ;
Where happy millions their own fields possess,
No tyrant awes them, and no Lords oppress ;
The hand of rule, divine discretion guides,
And white rob'd virtue o'er
her paths presides,
Each polic'd order venerates the laws,
And each ingenuous, speaks in freedom's cause ;
The Spartan spirit, nor the Roman name,
The Patriot's pride, shall rival these in fame ;
Here all the sweets that social life can know,
From the full font of civil sapience flow ;
Here golden Ceres cloaths
th' autumnal plain,
And art's fair Empress holds her new domain ;
Here angel Science spreads her lucid wing,
And hark, how sweet the new-born Muses sing ;
Here