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By lawless force detain'd; a force that soon 50
Would mbhaaway, and every spoil resign,
Were once the British lion heard to roar.
Whence is it that the proud Iberian thus,
In their own well asserted element,
Dares rouzé to wrath the masters of the main ? 55
Who told him that the big incumbent war
Would not, ere this, have rolld his trembling ports
In smoky ruin ? and his guilty stores,
Won by the ravage of a butcher'd world,
Yet unaton'd, sunk in the swallowing deep,

60 Or led the glittering prize into the Thames ?

There was a time (oh let my languid sons Resume their spirit at the rouzing thought!) When all the pride of Spain, in one dread fleet, Swelld o'er the lab’ring surge; like a whole heaven 65 Of clouds, wide roll'd before the boundless breeze. Gaily the splendid armament along Exultant plough’d, reflecting a red gleam, As sunk the sun o'er all the flaming vast; Tall, gorgeous, and elate, drunk with the dream 70 Of easy conquest; while their bloated war, Stretch'd out from sky to sky, the gather'd force Of ages held in its capacious womb : But soon, regardless of the cumbrous pomp, My dauntless Britons came, a gloomy few !

75 With tempést black the goodly scene deform’d, And laid their glory waste. The bolts of Fate Resistless thunder'd through their yielding sides, Fierce o'er their beauty bluz'd the lurid flame, And seiz'd in horrid grasp, or shatter'd wide Amid the mighty waters, deep they sunk. Then, too, from ev'ry promontory chill, Rank fen, and cavern, where the wild wave works, I swept confederate winds, and swell’d a storm. Round th’ glad isle, snatch’d by the vengeful vlast, 85


The scatter'd remnants drove; on the blind shelve
And pointed rock, that marks th' indented shore,
Relentless dash'd, where loud the northern main
Howls thro' the fractur'd Caledonian isles.

Such were the dawnings of my wat’ry i eign; 90
But since how vast it grew, how absolute,
E’en in those trouble times, when dreadful Blake
Aw'd angry nations with the British name,
Let every humble state, let Europe say,
Sustain’d and balanc'd by my naval arm.

95 Ah! what must those immortal spirits think Of your poor shifts ? those, for their country's good, Who fac'd the blackest danger, knew no fear, No mean submission, but commanded peace? Ah ! how with indignation must they burn! 100 (If auglit but joy can touch ethereal breasts) With shame, with grief, to see their feeble sons Shrink from that empire o'er the conquer'd seas, For which their wisdom plann'd, their councils glow'd, And their veins bled, thro' many a toiling age ! 105

Oh! first of human blessings, and supreme! Fair Peace ! how lovely, how delightful thou! By whose wide tie the kindred sons of men Like brothers live, in amity combin'd, And unsuspicious faith ; while honest Toil 110 Gives every joy, and to those joys a right, Which idle barbarous Rapine but usurps. Pure is thy reign, when, unaccurs’d by blood, Nought save the sweetness of indulgent showers, Trickling, distils into the vernant glebe ;

115 Instead of mangled carcases, sad-seen, When the bly the sheaves lie scatter'd o'er the field; When only shining shares, the crooked knife, And hooks, imprint the vegetable wound; When the land blushes with the rose alone, 120 The falling fruitage and the bleeding vine.

Oh, Peace! thou source and soul of social life,
Beneath whose calm inspiring influence
Science his views enlarges, Art refines,
And swelling Commerce opens all her ports, 125
Blest be the man divine who gives us thee!
Who bids the trumpet hush his horrid clang,
Nor blow the giddy nations into rage ;
Who sheaths the murderous blade; the deadly gun
Into the well-pil'd armoury returns ;

And, every vigour from the work of death
To grateful industry converting, makes
The country flourish, and the city smile.
Unviolated, him the virgin sings,
And him the smiling mother to her train :

135 Of him the shepherd, in the peaceful dale, Chaunts : and, the treasures of his labour sure, The husbandman of him, as at the plough Or team he toils. With him the sailor sooths, Beneath the trembling moon, the midnight wave; 140 And the full city, warm, from street to street, And shop to slop, responsive, sings of him. Nor joys one land alone ; his praise extends Far as the sun rolls the diffusive day, Far as the breeze can bear the gifts of Peace, 145 Till all the happy nations catch the song.

What would not, Peace, the patriot bear for thee? What painful patience? what incessant care ? What mixt anxiety? what sleepless toil ? E'en from the rash, protected, what reproach? 150 For he thy value knows, thy friendship, he, To human nature : but the better thou, The richer of delight, sometimes the more Inevitable war; when ruffian Force Awakes the fury of an injured state.

155 E'en the good patient man, whom Reason rules, Rouz'd by bold insult, and injurious rage,

With sharp and sudden check th' astonish'd sons
Of Violence confounds ; firm as his cause
His bolder heart; in awful justice clad,

His eyes effulging a peculiar fire;
And as he charges through the prostrate war,
His keen arm teaches faithless men no more
To dare the sacred vengeance of the just.
And what, my thoughtless sons ! should fire you more,
Than when your well-earn’d empire of the deep 166
The least beginning injury receives?
What better cause can call your lightning forth ?
Your thunder wake? your dearest life demand?
What better cause, than when your country sees 170
The slv destruction at her vitals aim'd ?
For oh! it much imports you, 'tis your all,
To keep your trade entire, entire the force
And honour of your fleets; o'er that to watch,
E'en with a hand severe, and jealous eye.

175 In intercourse be gentle, generous, just; By wisdom polish'd, and of manners fair ; But on the sea be terrible, untam'd, Unconquerable still ; let none escape, Who shall but aim to touch your glory there. 180 Is there the man into the lion's den Who dares intrude, to snatch his young away? And is a Briton seiz'd, and seiz'd beneath The slumbering terrors of a British fieet? Then ardent rise ! oh, great in vengeance rise ! 185 O’erturn the proud, teach Rapine to restore ; And, as you ride sublimely round the world, Make ev'ry vessel stoop, make every state At once their welfare and their duty know. This is your glory ; this your wisdom ; this 150 The native pow'r for which you were design'd By Fate, when Fate design’d the firmest state That e'er was seated on the subject sea;

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A state alone where Liberty should live
In these late times, this evening of mankind, 195
When Athens, Rome, and Carthage are no more !
The world almost in slavish sloth dissolv'd.
For this these rocks around your coast were thrown ;
For this your oaks, peculiar harden'd, shoot
Strong into sturdy growth; for this your hearts

Swell with a sullen courage, growing still
As danger grows; and strength and toil for this
Are liberal pour'd o'er all the fervent land.
Then cherish this, this unexpensive power,
Undangerous to the public, ever prompt,

205 By lavish Nature thrust into your hand ; And, unencumber'd with the bulk immense Of conquests, whence huge empires rose, and fell Self-crush'd, extend your reign from shore to shore, Where'er the wind your high behests can blow, 210 And fix it deep on this eternal base. For should the sliding fabric once give way, Soon slacken'd quite, and past recovery broke, It gathers ruin as it rolls along, Steep-rushing down to that devouring gulf, 215 Where many a mighty empire buried lies. And should the big redundant flood of Trade, In which ten thousand thousand labours join Their several currents, till the boundless tide Rolls in a radiant deluge o'er the land,

220 Should this bright stream, the least inflected, point Its course another way, o'er other lands The various treasure would resistless pour, Ne'er to be won again ; its ancient tract Left a vile channel, desolate and dead,

225 With all around a miserable waste. Not Egypt, were her better heaven, the Nile, Turn’d in the pride of flow, when o'er his rocks And roaring cataracts, beyond the reach

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