Now, borne in vision to those airy plains

Where fancy undisturb'd by reason reigns,

Where thron'd in rainbow light she sits serene,

And flings her sportive glories o'er the scene;

The first tumultuous ocean wafts them o'er,

And lands them safe upon the flowery shore.

This seems to see his utmost wishes crown'd,

Rebellion spread to Sweden's farthest bound;

Beneath his banners the whole country flies;

On swarming myriads, swarming myriads rise:

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He leads the van: the tyrant shrinks for fear,

Hides in his native den, and trembles there.

This, weary of our present vale of tears,

Draws back the chain of time five thousand years:

Delightful visions swim before his view,

Of peaceful pleasures, joys for ever new,

When time was young, and mortals were but few:

When man, content, his freedom never sold,

Nor fear'd for poverty, nor hoped for gold.

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