As rise in causeless war, troubling the world
By their mad quarrel, and in fields of blood
Hail’d victors, thence renown’d, and call’d on earth
Kings, heroes, demi-gods, but in high Heaven
Thieves, ruffians, murderers; these find no repose:
Thee rather, patriot Conqueror, to thee
Belongs such rest; who in the western world,
Thine own deliver’d country, for thyself
Hast planted an immortal grove, and there,
Upon the glorious mount of Liberty