Some spirit, touched by joy or woe,

Had answered to her prayer.

But so it is, that till this hour

That mournful child beneath the moon

Still rises from her watery bower,

To urge this simple boon—

To beg, as all have need of grace,

That they would speak the words divine,

And, sprinkling water in her face,

Would make the sacred sign.

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ENGLAND.

Peace, Freedom, Happiness, have loved to wait

Peace

On the fair islands, fenced by circling seas,

And ever of such favoured spots as these

Have the wise dreamers dreamed, that would create

That perfect model of a happy state,

Which the world never saw. Oceana,

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