Now sheath'd is the Sword that was wild as the blast: 
The Tempest of Slaughter and Terror is past; 
Old ALBION her Neighbour all smilingly hails?
For the OLIVE of PEACE blooms again in our Vales!
Beam on the day,
Thou Olive gay:
'Matchless is he
Who planted thee;
And mayst thou like him immortal be!'

Divinest of Olives, O, never was seen
A bloom so enchanting, a verdure so green!
Sweet, sweet do thy Beauties entwiningly smile
In the Vine-tree of France and the Oak of our Isle!
Beam on the day,
Thou Olive gay, &c.

Long, long did thy envied Exotic delay, 
'Till the voice of HUMANITY charm'd thee away; 
And here, ever here mayst thou bloom in repose, 
As firm as our Oak-tree, and gay as the Rose! 
Bloom on the day, 
Thou Olive gay, &c.

Let ALCIDES his Poplar of Majesty prize, 
And VENUS her Myrtle exalt to the skies: 
FRANCE and ALBION excell all the Gods of old Greece?
For they crown their wise heads with the OLIVE of PEACE! 
Bloom on the day, 
Thou Olive gay, &c.

The delicate Lily may gracefully mount,
And the Pink all her charms with the Rainbow recount;
Green, green is the Olive on ALBION'S brow,
And the Lily and Pink to the Olive must bow!
Bloom on the day,
Thou Olive gay, &c.

Thou Olive divine, may Eternity's Sun 
Beam warm where thy roots thro' the ages shall run; 
The Dew of Affection 'light soft where they twine, 
And the Love of an Universe stamp thee divine! 
Bloom on the day, 
Thou Olive gay: 
'Matchless was he 
Who planted thee;
And mayst thou like him immortal be!'