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ENGLAND AND SPAIN;'
VALOUR AND PATRIOTISM.
- “His sword the brave man draws, And asks no omen but his country's cause." - POPE.
Too long have Tyranny and Power combined,
Oh! gallant Frederic! could thy parted shade Have seen thy country vanquish'd and betray'd; How had thy soul indignant mourn'd her shame, Her sullied trophies, and her tarnish'd fame ! When Valour wept lamented BRUNSWICK's doom, And nursed with tears the laurels on his tomb; When Prussia, drooping o'er her hero's grave, Invoked his spirit to descend and save;
? Written at the age of fourteen.
Then set her glories— then expired her sun,
O'er peaceful realms, that smiled with plenty gay, Has desolation spread her ample sway; Thy blast, oh Ruin! on tremendous wings, Has proudly swept o'er empires, nations, kings! Thus the wild hurricane's impetuous force, With dark destruction marks its whelming course, Despoils the woodland's pomp, the blooming plain, Death on its pinion, vengeance in its train !
Rise, Freedom, rise ! and, breaking from thy trance, Wave the dread banner, seize the glittring lance! With arm of might assert thy sacred cause, And call thy champions to defend thy laws ! How long shall tyrant power her throne maintain ? How long shall despots and usurpers reign ? Is honour's lofty soul for ever fled ? Is virtue lost ? is martial ardour dead ? Is there no heart where worth and valour dwell, No patriot WALLACE, no undaunted Tell? Yes, Freedom, yes! thy sons, a noble band, Around thy banner, firm, exulting stand; Once more, 't is thine, invincible, to wield The beamy spear and adamantine shield ! Again thy cheek with proud resentment glows, Again thy lion-glance appals thy foes; Thy kindling eye-beam darts unconquer'd fires, Thy look sublime the warrior's heart inspires; And, while to guard thy standard and thy right, Castilians rush, intrepid, to the fight,
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Lo! Britain's gen'rous host their aid supply,
Illustrious names ! still, still united beam,
Descend, oh Genius! from thy orb descend !
Hail, Albion! hail, thou land of freedom's birth!
Where Science mounts in radiant car sublime,
For this thy noble sons have spread alarms, And bade the zones resound with Britain's arms ! Calpe's proud rock, and Syria's palmy shore, Have heard and trembled at their battle's roar;. The sacred waves of fertilizing Nile Have seen the triumphs of the conquering isle; For this, for this, the Samiel-blast of war Has rollid o'er Vincent's cape and Trafalgar!
Victorious RODNEY spread thy thunder's sound,
Are hallow'd more than Avon's haunted side;
Bright in the annals of th' impartial page, Britannia's heroes live from age to age ! From ancient days, when dwelt her savage race, Her painted natives, foremost in the chase, Free from all cares for luxury or gain, Lords of the wood and monarchs of the plain ; To these Augustan days, when social arts, Refine and meliorate her manly hearts; From doubtful Arthur, hero of romance, King of the circled board, the spear, the lance; To those whose recent trophies grace her shield, The gallant victors of Vimiera's field; Still have her warriors borne th' unfading crown, And made the British flag the ensign of renown.
Spirit of ALFRED! patriot soul sublime ! Thou morning-star of error's darkest time! Prince of the lion-heart! whose arm in fight, On Syria's plains repellid Saladin's might!
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