Though darkness is spreading O'er earth--the Upright And the Honest, undreading, Look safe on the night. Which the evil man watching in awe, For the Eye of the Night is the Law! Bliss-dower'd: O daughter of the skies, Hail, holy ORDER, whose employ Blends like to like in light and joy-- Builder of Cities, who of old Call'd the wild man from waste and wold. And in his hut thy presence stealing, Roused each familiar household feeling; And, best of all the happy ties, The centre of the social band,-- _The Instinct of the Fatherland!_ United thus--each helping each, Brisk work the countless hands for ever; For nought its power to strength can teach, Like Emulation and Endeavour! Thus link'd the master with the man, Each in his rights can each revere, And while they march in freedom's van, Scorn the lewd rout that dogs the rear! To freemen labour is renown! Who works--gives blessings and commands; Kings glory in the orb and crown-- Be ours the glory of our hands. Long in these walls--long may we greet Your footfalls, Peace and concord sweet! Distant the day, Oh! distant far, When the rude hordes of trampling War Shall scare the silent vale; And where, Now the sweet heaven when day doth leave The air; Limns its soft rose-hues on the veil of Eve; Shall the fierce war-brand tossing in the gale, From town and hamlet shake the horrent glare! * * * * * Now, its destined task fulfill'd, Asunder break the prison-mould; Let the goodly Bell we build, Eye and heart alike behold. The hammer down heave, Till the cover it cleave. For the Bell to rise up to the freedom of day, Destruction must seize on the shape of the clay.