Joy is the mainspring in the whole

Of endless Nature's calm rotation;

Joy moves the dazzling wheels that roll
In the great Timepiece of Creation;

Joy breathes on buds, and flowers they are ;
Joy beckons-suns come forth from heaven;
Joy rolls the spheres in realms afar,

Ne'er to thy glass, dim Wisdom, given!

Chorus-Joyous as Suns careering gay

Along their royal paths on high,

March, Brothers, march your dauntless way,
As Chiefs to Victory!

Joy, from Truth's pure and lambent fires,
Smiles out upon the ardent seeker ;

Joy leads to Virtue Man's desires,

And cheers as Suffering's step grows weaker. High from the sunny slopes of Faith,

The gales her waving banners buoy ;

And through the shatter'd vaults of Death,
Lo, mid the choral Angels-Joy!

Chorus-Then, bravely bear this life, ye millions—

Bear this for that beyond the sod,

Assured that o'er the star-pavilions
Reward awaits with God.

And fair it is like gods to be,

Although their gifts we ne'er requite: Go, soothe the pangs of Misery

Go, share the gladness with Delight.Revenge and hatred both forgot,

Have nought but pardon for thy foe; May sharp repentance grieve him not, No curse one tear of ours bestow!

Chorus-Let all the world be peace and love-
Cancel thy debt-book with thy brother;
For God shall judge of us above,
As we shall judge each other!

Joy sparkles to us from the bowl-
Behold the juice whose golden colour
To meekness melts the savage soul,
And gives Despair a Hero's valour.
Up, brothers !-Brothers all, arise,

And fill the goblet to the brim-
Now while the wine foams to the skies,
TO THE GOOD SPIRIT this glass !-TO HIM!

Chorus-Praised by the ever-whirling ring
Of Stars, and tuneful Seraphim-
TO THE GOOD SPIRIT-the Father-King
In Heaven!--This glass to Him!

Firm mind to bear what Fate bestows;
Comfort to tears in sinless eyes;

Faith kept alike with Friends and Foes;
Man's Oath eternal as the skies;
Manhood-the thrones of Kings to girth,
At whatsoever cost the prize;
Success to Merit's honest worth;
Perdition to the Brood of Lies!

Chorus-Draw closer in the holy ring,

Swear by the wine-cup's golden river—
Swear by the Stars, and by their King,
To keep our vow for ever!

THE INVINCIBLE ARMADA.

SHE comes, she comes-the Burthen of the Deeps!
Beneath her wails the Universal Sea!

With clanking chains and a new God, she sweeps,
And with a thousand thunders, unto thee!

The ocean-castles and the floating hosts—

Ne'er on their like, look'd the wild waters!-Well
May man the monster name "Invincible."
O'er shudd'ring waves she gathers to thy coasts!
The horror that she spreads can claim
Just title to her haughty name.

The trembling Neptune quails

Under the silent and majestic forms;

The Doom of Worlds in those dark sails ;

Near and more near she sweeps! And slumber all the Storms!

Before thee, the array,

Blest island, Empress of the Sea!

The sea-born squadrons threaten thee,

And thy great heart, BRITANNIA!

Woe to thy people, of their freedom proud

She rests, a thunder heavy in its cloud!
Who, to thy hand the orb and sceptre gave,

That thou should'st be the sovereign of the nations?

To tyrant kings thou wert thyself the slave,

Till Freedom dug from Law its deep foundations;
The mighty CHART thy citizens made kings,
And kings to citizens sublimely bow'd!

And thou thyself, upon thy realm of water,
Hast thou not render'd millions up to slaughter,

When thy ships brought upon their sailing wings

The sceptre-and the shroud?

What should'st thou thank?-Blush, Earth, to hear and feel : What should'st thou thank?-Thy genius and thy steel! Behold the hidden and the giant fires!

Behold thy glory trembling to its fall!

Thy coming doom the round earth shall appall,
And all the hearts of freemen beat for thee,

And all free souls their fate in thine foresee-
Theirs is thy glory's fall!

One look below the Almighty gave,

Where stream'd the lion-flags of thy proud foe;
And near and wider yawn'd the horrent grave.
"And who," saith HE, "shall lay mine England low-
The stem that blooms with hero deeds-

The rock when man from wrong a refuge needs—
The stronghold where the tyrant comes in vain ?

Who shall bid England vanish from the main?
Ne'er be this only Eden Freedom knew,

Man's stout defence from Power, to Fate consign'd."

God the Almighty blew,

And the Armada went to every wind!