The future Hayley of these solar plains,
Warm'd by the theme, will shake the tuneful shores,
From Gambia's flood to mild Angola's bow'rs.
His heav'n-born lay will fire th' enraptur'd throng,
While neigb'ring realms hang o'er the sacred song,
That sings, How wafted from the genial isle,
Whose silver clifts on circling ocean smile,
Loose-vested Liberty, by Mercy led,
Broke the huge chain, press'd Slav'ry's miscreant head,
Bad rescu'd Nature claim her birth-right boast;