With views of undefined delight,
And cheerful songs, and suns that shine
On busy days, with thankful nights, be mine.
VII
But thou, O Goddess! in thy favourite Isle
(Freedom's impregnable redoubt,
The wide earth's store-house fenced about
With breakers roaring to the gales
That stretch a thousand thousand sails)
Quicken the slothful, and exalt the vile!—