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Wouldst thou (whose hand is at the helm) the bark,
The shaken bark of Britain, should out-ride
The present blast and every future storm?
Give it that ballast which alone has weight
With Him whom wind, and waves, and war, obey.
Persist. Are others subtle? thou be wise:
Above the Florentine's, court-science raise:
Stand forth a patriot of the moral world,
The pattern, and the patron, of the just.
Thus strengthen Britain's military strength;
Give its own terror to the sword she draws.
Ask you, what mean I? The most obvious truth:—
Armies and fleets alone ne'er won the day.
When our proud arms are once disarm'd, disarm'd
Of aid from Him by whom the mighty fall;
Of aid from Him by whom the feeble stand;
Who takes away the keenest edge of battle,
Or gives the sword commission to destroy;
Who blasts, or bids the martial laurel bloom;—
Emasculated, then, most manly might;
Or, though the might remains, it nought avails:
Then wither'd Weakness foils the sinewy arm
Of man's meridian and high-hearted power.
Our naval thunders, and our tented fields
With travell'd banners fanning southern climes,
What do they? This; and more what can they do?—
When heap'd the measure of a kingdom's crimes,
The prince most dauntless, the first plume of war,
By such bold inroads into foreign lands,
Such elongation of our armaments,
But stretches out the guilty nation's neck,
While Heaven commands her executioner,
Some less abandon'd nation, to discharge
Her full-ripe vengeance in a final blow,
And tell the world, “Not strong is human strength;”
And that “the proudest empire holds of Heaven.”