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O'form’d the bolt, ordain'd to break
Gaul's haughty plan, and Bourbon shake; If Britain's crimes support not Britain's foes,
And edge their fwords: O Pow'r Divine !
If bleft by Thee the bold design, Embattled hosts a fingle arm o'erthrows.
Ye warlike dead, who fell of old
In Britain's cause, by fame enroll’d. In deathless annal! deathless deeds inspire;,
From oozy beds, for Britain's sake,
Awake, illustrious chiefs! awake; And kindle in your fons paternal fire.
The day commiffion'd from Above,
Our worth to weigh, our hearts to proves, If war's full shock too feeble to sustain ;
Or firm to stand its final blow,
When vital streams of blood shall flow, And turn to crimson the discolour'd main ;
That day's arriv'd, that fatal hour !preparation
“ Hear us, O hear, Almighty Pow'r ! « Our guide in counsel, and our strength in fight!
“ Now war's important die is thrown,
“ If left the day to man alone, 64 How blind is wisdom, and how weak is might!
« And deep remorse, and fighs sincere
“ A wrath, more formidable far:
“ Than angry nature's wasteful war, “ The whirl of tempests, and the roar of seas,
“ From out the deep, to Thee we cry,
“ To Thee, at nature's helm, on high ! « Steer Thou our conduct, dread OMNIPOTENCE!
« To Thee for succour we refort;
Thy favour is our only port; « Our only rock of safety, thy defence,
« O Thou, to whom the lions roar,
“ And, not unheard, thy boon implore ! « Thy throne our bursts of cannon loud invoke :
« Thou canst arreft the flying ball;
« Or send it back, and bid it fall « On those, from whose proud deck the thunder broke.
VIII. « Britain VIII.
« Britain, in vain, extends her care
“ To climes * remote, for aids in war; “ Still farther must it stretch to crush the foe;
“ There's one alliance, one alone,
“ Can crown her arms, or fix her throne; " And that alliance is not found below,
“ We learn obedience from the sea;
« 'Tis Thine our blood to freeze, or warm;
“ To rouze, or hush, the martial storm; « And turn the tide of conqueft, at thy will.
66 'Tis Thine to beam sublime renown,
« Or quench the glories of a crown; “ 'Tis Thine to doom, 'tis Thine from death to free;
“ To turn aside his levell’d dart,
“ Or pluck it from the bleeding heart: 66 There we cast anchor, we confide in Thee.
THOU, who haft taught the north to roar,
“ And streaming + lights nocturnal pour « Of frightful aspect! when proud foes invade,
“ Their blasted pride with dread to seize,
“ Bid Britain's flags, as meteors, blaze ; " And George depute to thunder in thy stead. * Russia.
+ Aurora Borealis.
XII. « The
“ The right alone is bold, and strong;
« Black, hovering clouds appall the wrong « With dread of vengeance : Nature's awful Sire !
“ Less than one moment shouldft Thou frown,
“Where is puissance, and renown? « Thrones tremble, empires fink, or worlds expire.
“ Thou, who dost curb the rebel main,
* « Bid George repel a bolder tide,
6 The boundless fwell of Gallic pride; « And check ambition's overwhelming wave.
« And when (all milder means withstood
“ Ambitian, tam'd by loss of blood; « Regains her reason; then, on angels 'wings,
“ Let peace descend, and shouting greet,
“ With peals of joy, Britannia's fleet, « How richly freighted! It, triumphant, brings
The poise of kingdoms, and the fate of kings,'*