SMITH. Joy to ye, gentle lovers; joy to all; A goodly circle, and a fair. Methinks Wild Nature smooths apace her savage frown, Moulding her features to a social smile. Now flies my hope-wing'd fancy o'er the gulf That lies between us and the aftertime, When this fine portion of the globe shall teem With civiliz'd society; when arts, And industry, and elegance shall reign, As the shrill war-cry of the savage man Yields to the jocund shepherd's roundelay. Oh, enviable country! thus disjoin'd From old licentious Europe! may'st thou rise, Free from those bonds which fraud and superstition In barbarous ages have enchain'd _her_ with;-- Bidding the antique world with wonder view A great, yet virtuous empire in the west! _Finale._ Freedom, on the western shore Float thy banner o'er the brave; Plenty, here thy blessings pour; Peace, thy olive sceptre wave! PERCY, WALTER, &c. Fire-eyed Valour, guard the land; Here uprear thy fearless crest; PRINCESS, KATE, ALICE, &c. Love, diffuse thy influence bland O'er the regions of the west. CHORUS, _Freedom, &c._ LARRY. Hither, lassie, frank and pretty, Come and live without formality. Thou, in English christen'd Pity, But call'd, in Irish, Hospitality. CHORUS, _Freedom, &c._ _The End._ TRANSCRIBERS' NOTES Page 576: invigourate as in original. Pages 580, 627: inconsistent hyphenation of after(-)time as in original. End of Project Gutenberg's The Indian Princess, by James Nelson Barker