Thy long-delayed millenial year.
Even now the sacred morning dawns,
The clouds are fleeting from thy lawns;
And, as light thickens in the sky,
Lo! Riot and Intemperance fly;
And chaste sobriety imparts
Her cup, and Industry his arts.
Peace, Love, and Holiness once more
Row their sweet ark towards thy shore;
And Heaven renews the favouring smile