William Cowper

O for a lodge in some vast wilderness,
Some boundless contiguity of shade;
Where rumor of oppression read more

O for a lodge in some vast wilderness,
Some boundless contiguity of shade;
Where rumor of oppression and deceit,
Of unsuccessful or successful war,
Might never reach me more.

God made the country and man made the town.

God made the country and man made the town.

A billion here, a billion there, pretty soon it's real money.

A billion here, a billion there, pretty soon it's real money.

A glory gilds the sacred page,
Majestic like the sun,
It gives a light to every age,
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A glory gilds the sacred page,
Majestic like the sun,
It gives a light to every age,
It gives, but borrows none.

Behind a frowning Providence
He hides a smiling face.

Behind a frowning Providence
He hides a smiling face.