Then hastens forth to cheer his sight
Once more, with God’s all-beauteous light;
So I, till lately doomed to mourn
Midst scenes of horror, joyful turn
To others of more pleasing hue,
Where worth and valor meet the view,
And in the patriot’s soul combine
To light it with a ray divine.
I bless the man whose soul disdains
To live by others’ toils and pains;