Come, sacred Peace! come, long-expected days!
That Thames's glory to the Stars shall raise!
Let Volga's banks with lion squadrons shine,
And groves of lances glitter on the Rhine:
Let barbarous rancour arm a servile train;
Be his the blessings of a peaceful reign!
Behold! the ascending villas on his side
Project long shadows o«er the crystal tide!
Behold
Augusta's
glittering spires increase!
And temples rise, the beauteous works of Peace!