Amazing Pow'r, thy magic wand
Can Nature's noblest scenes command,
To please the curious mind:
Thy speed outstrips the light'ning's wing,
Thou can'st Creation's beauties bring,
With all their pomp combin'd.

O! bear me to the starry skies,
Where countless glories on the eyes
Beam mild, etherial day;
Where Order rules the beauteous Whole,
And kindles in the virtuous soul
Religion's heav'nly ray.

With quick descent, convey me thence,
To where the polar frost intense,
Congeals the shining snow;
Where ne'er a gushing fount is seen,
Nor flow'ry vale, of freshest green,
Nor vernal breezes blow.

Now, let us range the torrid zone,
Where burning sand, by whirlwinds blown,
Obscures the atmosphere;
Where the fierce Arab, wildly free,
Prefers the waste and Liberty,
To ease and slavish fear.

To nobler scenes, O! wing thy flight,
Where Sciences and Arts delight
The comprehensive mind:
Where Europe's sons — majestic race —
Embellish'd with transcendent grace,
By Knowledge are refin'd.

Now, let us skim th' Atlantic wave,
And hail the nation, wisely brave,
Where Independence smiles;
Where, with Fraternal Friendship bless'd,
No tyrant can their rights molest,
By force, or treach'rous wiles.

Come, Fancy! let us homeward hie,
To where Ierne meets the eye,
High tow'ring o'er the main;
My native Isle! thy pleasant shore
Delights my filial breast once more,
And joy succeeds to pain.

See, Fancy! see the landscape's pride —
There, from wide lakes the rivers glide,
And fructify the plains;
Here flocks and herds the pastures range:
Hamlets and cots the scen'ry change,
Where Social Comfort reigns.

Grim Discord, now, the region flies:
Ierne's sons those arts despise
That Bigotry oft tried,
To cherish Strife; — kind Concord's smile
Prevails o'er Superstition's guile,
And Charity o'er Pride.