The Poetical Works of William Drummond of Hawthornden ::

Sonne of the Lyon, thou of loathsome bands
Shalt free the earth, and what e're thee withstands
Thy noble pawes shall teare, the God of Thrace
Shall be the second, and before thy face,
To Truth and Iustice, whilst thou Trophees reares,
Armies shall fall dismayd with Pannick feares,
As when Aurora in skies azure lists
Makes shaddowes vanish, doth disperse the mists,
And in a twinckling with her opall light,
Nights horrours checketh, putteth starres to flight,
More to inflame thee to this noble taske,
To thee he here resignes his Sword and Caske,
A wall of flying Castles, armed Pines
Shall bridge thy sea, like heaven with steele that shines,
To aide earths tennants by foule yoakes opprest,
And fill with feares the great King of the West:
To thee already Victory displayes
Her garlands twin'd with Olive, Oake, and Bayes,
Thy triumphs finish shall all old debates;
Thus Heavens decree, so have ordain'd the Fates.

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