No more on yon wide watery waste you stray,
While hunger and disease your life consume,
While parching thirst, that burns without allay,
Forbids the blasted rose of health to bloom;
No more you feel Contagion’s mortal breath,
That taints the realms with misery severe;
No more behold pale Famine, scattering death,
With cruel ravage desolate the year:
The thundering drum, the trumpet’s swelling strain
Unheard, shall form the long embattled line;