The Earth, That Is Nature's Mother, Is

Equality Of Two Domestic Powers Breeds Scrupulous Faction.

Thy Wish Was Father, Harry, To That Thought.

They Whose Guilt Within Their Bosom Lies, Imagine Every Eye Beholds Their Blame.

But Let The Frame Of Things Disjoint, Both The Worlds Suffer, Ere We Will Eat Our Meal In Fear, And Sleep In The Affliction Of These Terrible Dreams That Shake Us Nightly.

Farewell The Plumed Troop, And The Big Wars That Make Ambition Virtue! O, Farewell! Farewell The Neighing Steed And The Shrill Trump, The Spirit-stirring Drum, Th' Ear-piercing Fife, The Royal Banner, And All Quality, Pride, Pomp, And Circumstance Of Glorious War!