A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes | ||
SONG II.
Second Bard.But lo! fair Windsor's tow'rs appear,
And hills with spreading oaks imbrown'd!
Hark! hark! the voice of joy I hear,
Sung by a thousand echoes round;
And now I view a glitt'ring train,
In triumph march o'er yonder plain.
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Hail mighty nation! ever fam'd in war!
Lo! heav'n descends thy festivals to share;
To view those heroes, whose immortal praise
Celestial bards shall sing in living lays.
A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes | ||