ODE
TO
PEACE
.
The
Peace
signed
at
Amiens
,
between
the
French
and
English
,
in
1801.
I.
She
comes
,
benign
enchantress
,
heav'n
born
PEACE
!
With
mercy
beaming
in
her
radiant
eye
;
She
bids
the
horrid
din
of
battle
cease
,
And
at
her
glance
the
savage
passions
die
.
'Tis
Nature's
festival
,
let
earth
rejoice
,
And
pour
to
Liberty
exulting
songs
,
In
distant
regions
,
with
according
voice
,
Let
Man
the
vict'ry
bless
,
its
prize
to
Man
belongs
.
II
.
Resistless
Freedom
!
when
she
nerves
the
arm
,
No
vulgar
triumph
crowns
the
hero's
might
;
She
,
she
alone
can
spread
a
moral
charm
O'er
war's
fell
deeds
,
and
sanctify
the
fight
.
O
,
GALLIA
!
in
this
bright
immortal
hour
,
How
proud
a
trophy
binds
thy
laurel'd
brow
!
Republic
,
hail
!
whose
independent
power
All
earth
contested
once
,
all
earth
confesses
now
.
III
.
Protecting
spirits
of
the
glorious
dead
!
Ah
,
not
in
vain
the
hero's
noble
toil
,
Ah
,
not
in
vain
the
patriot's
blood
is
shed
,
That
blood
shall
consecrate
his
native
soil
.
Illustrious
names
!
to
hist'ry's
record
dear
,
And
breath'd
when
some
high
impulse
fires
the
bard
,
For
you
shall
virtue
pour
the
glowing
tear
,
And
your
remember'd
deeds
shall
still
your
country
guard
.
IV
.
And
thou
,
lov'd
BRITAIN
,
my
parental
Isle
!
Secure
,
encircled
by
thy
subject
waves
,
Thou
,
land
august
,
where
Freedom
rear'd
her
pile
,
While
gothic
night
obscur'd
a
world
of
slaves
;
Thy
genius
,
that
indignant
heard
the
shock
Of
frantic
combat
,
strife
unmeet
for
thee
,
Now
views
triumphant
,
from
his
sea-girt
rock
,
Thee
unsubdued
alone
,
for
thou
alone
wert
free
!
V.
O
,
happy
thy
misguided
efforts
fail'd
,
My
Country
!
when
with
tyrant-hosts
combin'd
—
O
,
hideous
conquest
,
had
thy
sword
prevail'd
,
And
crown'd
the
impious
league
against
mankind
!
Thou
nurse
of
great
design
,
of
lofty
thought
,
What
homicide
,
had
thy
insensate
rage
Effac'd
the
sacred
lesson
thou
hast
taught
,
And
with
thy
purest
blood
inscrib'd
on
glory's
page
.
VI
.
Ah
,
rather
haste
to
Concord's
holy
shrine
,
Ye
rival
nations
,
haste
with
joy
elate
;
Your
blending
garlands
round
her
altar
twine
,
And
bind
the
wounds
of
no
immortal
hate
:
Go
—
breathe
responsive
rituals
o'er
the
sod
Where
Freedom
martyrs
press
an
early
grave
;
Go
—
vow
that
never
shall
their
turf
be
trod
By
the
polluting
step
of
tyrant
or
of
slave
.
VII
.
And
from
your
shores
the
abject
vices
chase
,
That
low
Ambition
generous
souls
disdain
,
Corruption
blasting
every
moral
grace
,
Servility
that
kneels
to
bless
his
chain
;
O
,
Liberty
,
those
demons
far
remove
,
Come
,
nymph
severely
good
,
sublimely
great
!
Nor
to
the
raptur'd
hope
of
mortals
prove
Like
those
illusive
dreams
that
pass
the
iv'ry
gate
.
VIII
.
New
Age
!
that
roll'st
o'er
man
thy
dawning
year
,
Ah
,
sure
all
happy
omens
hail
thy
birth
,
Sure
whiter
annals
in
thy
train
appear
,
And
purer
glory
cheers
the
gladden'd
earth
:
Like
the
young
eagle
,
when
his
stedfast
glance
Meets
the
full
sun-beam
in
his
upward
flight
,
So
thou
shalt
with
majestic
step
advance
,
And
fix
thy
dauntless
eye
on
Liberty
and
Light
.