The rampant lion shall not wander there,
Nor fiery tiger, roaring for his prey;
Nor prowling wolf, that howls along the plain,
With the keen pangs of raging hunger stung;
Nor surly bear in  mountains bred,
Or  forest ranging merciless;
Such as came furious from the neighb'ring groves
Of ancient  with voracious speed,
Grinning destruction as they roam'd along,
And slew the mockers of the good old seer.
But free, and unmolested shall they walk
Whom heav'n protects, and God vouchsafes to guide.
The ransom'd captives, weary of the yoke,
The heavy yoke of long oppressive thrall,
Shall cheerfully return to happier climes,
In melody break forth the gladden'd heart,
That speaks deliverance, and the voice of joy.
shall witness to the grateful song;
And faithful  echo back the sound.
No signs of woe shall hang upon the cheek,
No shuddering fear, nor horrible despair;
But grief with all its melancholy train
Of huge dismay shall fly from ev'ry face.
Gladness shall crown the head, peace fill the heart,
And endless rapture dwell on ev'ry brow.