O Liberty! thou goddess, heavenly bright, <br />profuse of bliss and pregnant with delight, <br />Eternal pleasures in thy presence reign, <br />And smiling Plenty leads thy smiling train. <br />Eased of her load Subjection grows more light, <br />And Poverty looks cheerful in thy sight. <br />Giv'st beauty to the sun and pleasures to the day. <br />thee, goddess, thee, Britannia's isle adores! <br />How oft has she exhausted all her stores! <br />How oft on fields of death thy presence sought, <br />Nor thinks the mighty prize too dearly bought! <br />On foreign mountains may the sun refine <br />the grape's soft juice and mellow it in wine. <br />With citron groves adorn a distant soil. <br />And the fat olives swell with floods of oil. <br />We envy not the warmer clime, that lies <br />in ten degrees of more indulgent skies; <br />Nor at the coarseness of our heaven repine, <br />Though o'er our heads the frozen Pleiads shine. <br />'Tis Liberty that crowns Britannia's isle, <br />And makes her barren rocks and her bleak mountains shine<br /><br />Joseph Addison<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/immortality-42/
