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LET ev'ry Briton's heart rejoice, Come Momus raise thy cheerful voice, And sing wsth merry glee; Let sound of drums no more be heard, Nor warlike weapons more be fear'd, By, either land or sea.

Let factions persecuting band, Be drove from this now happy land? And Commerce raise her head; And let the wretch whoever dare, Light up the horrid torch of War, Be numbered with the dead!

O, happy and delightful news, That opens with propitious views, To this much favour'd Isle, Infants unborn shall bless the day, That curb'd the sanguinary away. And makes all nature smile.

To mourn the fate of thousands slain, Creates but unavailing pain,--- The present blissings ours, 'Tis ours with gratitude to shew, We can forgive our erring foe; Peace strews the way with flowers;

The poor no more shall pine for bread;