Now move secure the cheerful works of peace, New temples rise and fruitful fields increase. Where Delaware's wide waves behold with pride Penn's beauteous town ascending on their side, The crossing streets in just allinement run, The walls and pavements sparkle to the sun, Like that famed city rose the checker'd plan, Whose spacious towers Semiramis began; Long ages finish'd what her hand design'd, The pride of kings and wonder of mankind. Newyork ascends o'er Hudson's seaward isles, And flings the sunbeams from her glittering tiles; Albania, opening thro the distant wood, Rolls her rich treasures on her parent flood; Amid a thousand sails young Boston laves, High looms majestic Newport o'er the waves, Patapsco's bay contracts his yielding side, As spreading Baltimore invades his tide; Aspiring Richmond tops the bank of James, And Charleston sways her two contending streams. Thro each colonial realm, for wisdom great, Elected sires assume the cares of state; Nursed in equality, to freedom bred, Firm is their step and straight the paths they tread; Dispensing justice with paternal hand, By laws of peace they rule the happy land; While reason's page their statute codes unfold, And rites and charters flame in figured gold. All rights that Britons know they here transfuse, Their sense invigorate and expand their views, Dare every height of human soul to scan, Find, fathom, scope the moral breadth of man, Learn how his social powers may still dilate, And tone their tension to a stronger state. Round the long glade where lordly Laurence strays, Gaul's migrant sons their forts and villas raise, Stretch over Canada their colon sway, And circling far beneath the western day Plant sylvan Wabash with a watchful post, O'er Missisippi spread a mantling host, Bid Louisiana's lovely clime prepare New arts to prove and infant states to rear; While the bright lakes, that wide behind them spread, Unfold their channels to the paths of trade, Ohio's waves their destined honors claim, And smile, as conscious of approaching fame. But Gallic planters still their trammels wear, Their feudal genius still attends them here; Dependent feelings for a distant throne Gyve the crampt soul that fears to think alone, Demand their rulers from the parent land, Laws ready made, and generals to command. Judge, priest and pedagogue, and all the slaves Of foreign masters, crowding o'er the waves, Spread thick the shades of vassalage and sloth, Absorb their labors and prevent their growth, Damp every thought that might their tyrants brave, And keep the vast domain a desert and a grave.