ARIA.
For joy returned, for peace restored,
Lord of all worlds, to thee we raise,
While Slaughter drops his weary sword,
To thee the hymn of gratitude and praise.
CHORUS.
Triumph! the rescued nations cry,
Triumph! ten thousand hearts reply.
INSCRIPTIONS IN THE GARDENS OF BREMHILL RECTORY.
ON A TREE COMMANDING A VIEW OF THE WHOLE EXTENT OF BOWOOD.
When in thy sight another's vast domain
Spreads its long line of woods, dost thou complain?
Nay, rather thank the God that placed thy state
Above the lowly, but beneath the great!
And still His name with gratitude revere,
Who blessed the Sabbath of thy leisure here.