But, O! if where respect her balms should bring,
Pride rears her crest, and Envy's adders sting;
If royal brothers, when some fiend inspires,
When Anger prompts, or when Ambition fires,
Divide themselves, and with imperious awe
Their people's hearts to different factions draw;
Then soon will Peace, that guardian Goddess, fail,
And injur'd Justice drop her equal scale;
Faith, heavenly guest, forsake her wonted stand,
And Truth indignant flee the guilty land;
In Concord's temple wild Contention reign,
And madning Fury clank her broken chain;
Her rights sequester'd Freedom shall deplore,
And Mercy's grand asylum be no more.