III.
1.
‘From Hour to Hour, from Age to Age,
‘Again shall Desolation spread?
‘Shall deadly Feuds, and civil Rage,
‘Pile Thames's Shores with Heaps of Dead?
‘Shall tame Submission still remain?
‘Shall Britons hug the servile Chain?
‘And o'er a free-born Native's Head
‘Shall foreign mitred Tyrants tread?
‘Forbid it, Heaven!—A brighter Ray
‘Now strikes athwart the dusky Gloom,
‘And, glancing o'er the Verge of Day,
‘Dispells the illusive Charms of Rome:
‘Far nobler Prospects gild the opening Skies,
‘Religion, Arts, and Laws, Commerce, and Glory rise.
2.
‘Now, Freedom, bid thy vestal Flame
‘To Spires of purer Radiance blaze;
‘Bid patriot Souls aspire to Fame,
‘To happier Deeds, and happier Days;
‘Bid o'er the white Rocks of thine Isle
‘Each open Grace, each Virtue smile;
‘And bid on Milton's honour'd Brow
‘Fair Wreaths of every Laurel blow:
‘O bid each Hero, in thy Cause,
‘Exert each active Power of Soul,
‘To guard thy Rights, assert thy Laws,
‘To raise thy Friends, thy Foes controul!
‘And, when Oppression lifts her iron Hand,
‘O bid thy Hambden
rise, and rouze the sinking Land.
3.
‘One Effort more:—In other Skies
‘What Sons of virtuous Glory rise,
‘Who to fair Albion's frighted Shore
‘Her Laws, her sacred Laws restore!—
‘Fled is the Tyrant!—Turn thine Eyes
‘To where Augusta's lessening Turrets rise:
‘Succeeding Years now give Command
‘To Kings, the Fathers of the Land;
‘To Kings, whose delegated Throne
‘Establish'd Freedom calls her own;
‘Whose Thoughts, whose throbbing Wishes feel
‘That Godlike End, the general Weal;
‘Whose patriot Souls adopt the liberal Plan
‘Of Nature's hallow'd Gift, the freeborn State of Man.