Smiles at his hearth, dispels the gath’ring tear, 15
And—dating all from Heaven—makes one here.
Nor fears the power of her spell will cease,
Breathed from the altar of domestic peace;[[1]]
Land! where my pilgrim foot in peace hath strayed,
And traced out many a fresh and grassy glade, 20
Smiling in sunlight, whilst, like former dreams,
Dimly afar the mighty City gleams;
Where o’er its lines the dancing sunbeams play,
Gilding each roof with morning’s brilliant ray—