To Ireland, A.D. 1792

Farewell ! — too happy, if thou couldst but know
What envy'd blessings are at thy command!
The gifts of Nature! She with lavish hand
Enrich'd the soil, and made the verdure glow,
Upon whose banks thy silver currents flow;
What they adorn, improving! — Happy Land
In Wealth and Commerce! — to thy full demand
Munificent — and pressing to bestow
Upon thy labours their unbounded store!
But happier still in Beauty's lovely form —
The social board — and spirits ever gay!
Yet these — imported from that murdering shore
The savage claims of Anarchy deform —
And blend Ambition's desolating sway.
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