Love thy Country, wish it well,
Not with too intense a care,
'Tis enough, that when it fell,
Thou, it's ruin, didst not share.
Envy's censure, Flattery's praise, 5 With unmov'd Indifference, view;
Learn to tread Life's dangerous maze,
With unerring Virtue's clue.
Void of strong Desires, and Fear,
Life's wide Ocean trust no more; 10 Strive thy little Bark to steer,
With the tide, but near the shore.
Thus prepar'd, thy shorten'd sail
Shall, whene'er the winds encrease,
Seizing each propitious gale, 15 Waft thee to the Port of Peace.
Keep thy conscience from offence,
And tempestuous passions, free,
So, when thou art call'd from hence,
Easy shall thy passage be; 20
Easy shall thy passage be,
Chearfull, thy allotted stay;
Short th' account twixt God and Thee;
Hope shall meet thee, on the way;
Truth shall lead thee to the gate, 25 Mercy's self shall let thee in;
Where it's never-changing state
Full perfection shall begin.