L. M.

Grace above riches; or, The happy nation.

Happy the city where their sons,

Like pillars round a palace set,

And daughters, bright as polished stones,

Give strength and beauty to the state.

Happy the country where the sheep,

Cattle, and corn, have large increase;

Where men securely work or sleep,

Nor sons of plunder break the peace.

Happy the nation thus endowed,

But more divinely blest are those

On whom the all-sufficient God

Himself with all his grace bestows.