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 * The mild dove of Peace long hath spread
 * Her soft wings o'er Britannia's head;

And the blessings we know to her presence we owe;
 * Oh! who would not grieve if she fled?
 * But for all that is present and past,
 * God grant that good feeling may last,

And confusion to he, whomsoe'er he may be,
 * Who the first stone of warfare shall cast.
 * Still hurrah! for the Red and the Blue, &c., &c.

! waste not in grieving and sorrow A life that is merely a span, Nor dream ye too much of to-morrow; Making sure of to-day is the plan; There's enough in this world to amuse us, There's plenty of good to be done; And if Fortune, the jade, should abuse us, Let us merrily sing and trot on. Trot on then, I charge you, and gaily, Whether heavy or light be your load; Trot on, for this truth we learn daily, That cheerfulness shortens the road. —Trot on, trot on, trot on, &c.