Whilst pale Anxiety, corrosive Care,
The tear of Woe, the gloom of sad Despair,
       &nbspAnd deepen'd Anguish generous bosoms rend;—
Whilst patriot souls their country's fate lament;
Whilst mad with rage demoniac, foul intent,
       &nbspEmbattled legions Despots vainly send
To arrest the immortal mind's expanding ray
       &nbspOf everlasting Truth;—I other climes
Where dawns, with hope serene, a brighter day
       &nbspThan e'er saw Albion in her happiest times,
With mental eye exulting now explore,
       &nbspAnd soon with kindred minds shall haste to enjoy
(Free from the ills which here our peace destroy)
Content and Bliss on Transatlantic shore.