text:  And in his hut thy presence stealing Roused each familiar household feeling; And best of all the happy ties The centre of the social band -- _The Instinct of the Fatherland!_ United thus--each helping each Brisk work the countless hands for ever; For nought its power to strength can teach Like Emulation and Endeavour! Thus link'd the master with the man Each in his rights can each revere And while they march in freedom's van Scorn the lewd rout that dogs the rear! To freemen labour is renown! Who works--gives blessings and commands; Kings glory in the orb and crown-- Be ours the glory of our hands