Classic Poem

Come ev'ry morn
Sweet bugle horn!
And breathe thy charming notes around,
Come tell us all
Thy tuneful call
Is order's harmonizing sound!

Come ev'ry eve
Our cares relieve,
We love thy gentle strain to hear!
That war at first
Any music nurs'd
For tell us, tell us, peace is near!

When Heaven's command
Shalt bless the land,
And myrtle with the laurel's worn,
Then may'st thou raise
The song of praise —
A nobler note, sweet bugle horn!