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Waves with soft murmur o'er the plenteous plain.
He spreads the sail on high.
The rude gale wafts him o'er the main;
For him the winds of Heaven subservient blow,
Earth teems for him, for him the waters flow,
He thinks, and wills, and acts, a Deity below!
He spreads the sail on high.
The rude gale wafts him o'er the main;
For him the winds of Heaven subservient blow,
Earth teems for him, for him the waters flow,
He thinks, and wills, and acts, a Deity below!
Where is the King who with elating pride
Sees not this Man—this godlike Man his slave?
Mean are the mighty by the Monarch's side,
Alike the wise, alike the brave
With timid step and pale, advance,
And tremble at the royal glance;
Suspended millions watch his breath
Whose smile is happiness, whose frown is death.
Sees not this Man—this godlike Man his slave?
Mean are the mighty by the Monarch's side,
Alike the wise, alike the brave
With timid step and pale, advance,
And tremble at the royal glance;
Suspended millions watch his breath
Whose smile is happiness, whose frown is death.
Why goes the Peasant from that little cot,
Where Peace and Love have blest his humble life?
In vain his agonizing wife
With tears bedews her husband's face,
And clasps him in along and last embrace;
Where Peace and Love have blest his humble life?
In vain his agonizing wife
With tears bedews her husband's face,
And clasps him in along and last embrace;
