With all thy Countries Blessings on thy head

And all the glory that Encircles Man,

Thy martial fame to distant nations spread

And realms unblest by freedoms genial plan

Address’d by Statsmen Legislatures kings

Rever’d by thousands as you pass along

While Every Muse with ardour spreads her wings

To greet our Heroe in immortal Song:

Say, Can a female Voice an audience gain

And Stop a moment thy triumphal Car

And will thou listen to a peaceful Strain:

Unskill’d to paint the horrid Scenes of war

Tho oft the muse with rapture heard thy name

And placed thee foremost on the Sacred Scroll

With patriots who had gain’d Eeternal fame

By wonderous deeds that penetrate the soul

Yet what is glory what are martial deeds

Unpurified at Virtues awful Shrine

And oft remorse a glorious day Succeeds

The motive only Stamps the deed devine

But thy last legacy renowned chief

Has deck’d thy brow with honours more Sublime

Twin’d in thy wreath the christians firm belief

And nobly own’d thy faith to future time

Thus crown’d return to Vernons soft retreat

There with Amanda taste unmixed Joy

May flowers Spontaneous rise beneath your feet

Nor sorrow Ever pour her hard alloy

May nature paint those blissful walks more gay

And rural graces haunt the peaceful grove

May angels gaurd you in your lonely way

And prompt the path to brighter scenes above

And oh if happly in your native shade

One thought of Jersey Enters in your mind

Forget not her: on morvens humble glade

Who feels for you a friendship most refin’d.