Great goddess! with the words of peace
Bid this wild uproar of contention cease;
Bid Amity, with gentle ray,
The woes that lowr on faction's brow display.
Shall Rome to thee a rebel prove?
For hellish hate abandon heavenly love?
Here, gentle Concord, on each breast
Let thy spring-sweetness bland distil,
Here thy ambrosial fragrance rest,
And all mankind obey thy sovereign will.