1 Happy the city, where their sons
Like pillars round a palace set,
And daughters, bright as polish'd stones,
Give strength and beauty to the state.
2 Happy the land in culture drest,
Whose flocks and corn have large increase;
Where men securely work or rest,
Nor sons of plunder break the peace.
3 Happy the nation thus endow'd,
But more divinely blest are those
On whom the all-sufficient God
Himself, with all his grace bestows.
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First Line: | Happy the city, where their sons |
Meter: | Long Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1791 |
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Notes: | Third part |