Happy the city where their sons, Like pillars round a palace set,
Or, The Happy Nation
Happy the city where their sons, Like pillars round a palace set, And daughters, bright as polished stones, Give strength and beauty to the state.
Happy the country where the sheep, Cattle, and corn, have large increase; Where men securely work or sleep, Nor sons of plunder break the peace.
Happy the nation thus endowed, But more divinely blest are those On whom the all-sufficient God Himself with all his grace bestows.
~ Isaac Watts
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