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When hostilearms were seen to glearni , f " v’: [2
On ev’ry vine-clad mountain's side ; V. -’ > . ,5
And ev’ry fountairfs limpid stream - . , -j ,
Ran crimsoI1’tl with the vital tide; V‘ : '
. Scar'd from their lov’d abpdes, tlieyhfled, J
Escaping Slavery’s galling chain, 5 - ; <, e 3., .-‘ " ' ‘ g , ,
And wander’d, ’t1ll.by Freedorn led, ‘, , 7 . '. 5- . A 1
They reach'd Brrtann1a’s fair dornam, ‘ 1 , r
Where George, em.-aptur’<l with their charms,
Receiv’d them to his fostering arms. .
Hegave them groves and Dmid shades, V ‘ .: jg . .
Where bards of yore have struck the lyre :. l . r I,
Now new delight the scene pervades, A‘ .
For ‘music's dulcet warbling aids A ’
To raise sublime the poet's fire ! ' v
While Handel's hallowfd strains of praise,
Devotioxfs warmest fervors raise. LI - 5:.
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Alluding to, the successes of Lord-,%Vellington,-V he 15 eziceedmgly ,
happy? I e. . , -' e ’
But say, whatschief shall Albion send
With Gallia’s Warriors to contend, “‘ x
‘ A chief, whose valourrnay oppose " '
(The wily craft of subtle foes, ’ p ‘ I V
"Vho [round ‘with hostile ardour swam], ’
Like wild waves in th' impetuous storm,
Which on the shore tumultuous dash, ?
And the rock's solid basis lash, 4
l.,. . And scatter spray, and.foam'and toil,‘ r‘
Vlhile fnix’d with sands the billows boil,
i ’ , ' ‘ ""1111 spent-+exh'auste"d-they recoil’! ‘ .
V ‘ ‘i'$Vhat chief, whose victories may proclaim’ i - ‘
3. j W I . To all thelworld I!-ritannia's fame ? vi "
‘ " And prove thatispirit still remains, . - . 5 -4 i
‘ IVhieh crush'd‘the foe on.Blenheim’s plains’, , V. ; . 1' --
, 7‘, V . 177101’: the clcigf 7 The general yoice ,
' Coi1tirms,ourMonarch's happy choice, is
“T is lVellesley I-Wellesvley echorings ;'
' e ‘ -Theeliero,‘ by Whose conquering sword, ' " e V
;..‘:Each Indian tribe, each savage hordew ' x .‘ v
To meet obedience was restor'd, - l ' A ‘ ‘
, , . I -And fealty to the best of Kings!
‘ Hark! heard youhot the elarion’s sound, M r ‘ 5 '
‘ He ravcn’s croak-'-the war-tiend"s shout, ‘
‘And shrieks of death in thunder‘tlrown’d ! ' . V f .. C
And saw you not the blood-stain’d ground -' s, , g l ‘
With heaps of slaughter strew'd around? '
“ Ruin on ruin !-rout on rout !” p v .
Where are the banners, which so late . ’ . " . ’
lVav'd proudly o'er the battle-plain ?
[The eagles, on whose pinions, Fate; ; V ,,
Sat hov'ring o'er the doom of Spain 2 : ‘ ,
Prostrate those humbled banners lie,
Of ev’ry gaudy trophy stript ; y :
No more those var'1quish’d Eagles ily, , ' " ‘ l’ ‘ ‘
Their talons cn1sh'd-’-their pinions elip't.-sg
Long, long, the tyrant shall bewail A '"
'I:he woes of'l'alarera’s‘fight, , > , . K
Taught there how Freedom's sons prev.-aiif . . l, , ..
' Against Oppression’s ‘treble might.’ ' ' 7 ' '