When Terror to Madness had near work'd the brain,
How sweet to return to cool Reason again!
To find that our hopes in our Country were just:
That Subjects with George might their Liberties trust.

Now Time from the eyes of the Vulgar has drawn
Burke's fine cobweb reasonings — those curtains of lawn.
The Man of the People the People despise,
As children those Toys which a moment they prize.

When Rodney the lucky with his Seamen brave
Stood forth like true Britons their Country to save;
The conquest to Neptune so pleasing was found,
Their temples with Laurel and Seaweed he crown'd.

And now brighter prospects are spread to our view;
Fresh honour presaging this Year that is new;
Indulge we the hope War its horrors may cease,
And all Men enjoy soon the Blessings of Peace.

When Peace shall return here, and bring in her train
Ease, Love, Joy, and Plenty, to brighten the Plain:
The Sword and Spear be to Ares resign'd,
And the Plough, Loom and Sail then shall comfort mankind.

Foul Faction and discord no more shall be known;
But Love, Pity and Kindness shall sit on a throne
To which all around us shall joyfully bend,
And Peace crown our shores till the World's at an end.