The world is good, and the people are good,

And we 're all good fellows together.

John O'Keefe (1747-1833): Sprigs of Laurel. Act ii. Sc. 1.

The moon had climb'd the highest hill

Which rises o'er the source of Dee,

And from the eastern summit shed

Her silver light on tower and tree.

John Lowe (1750- ——): Mary's Dream.

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Columbia, Columbia, to glory arise,