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From ancient days, when dwelt her savage race,
Thine are the dauntless bands, like Spartans
brave, Bold in the field, triumphant on the wave; In classic elegance and arts divine, To rival Athens' fairest palm is thine; For taste and fancy from Hymettus fly, And richer bloom beneath thy varying sky, Where Science mounts in radiant car sublime To other worlds beyond the sphere of time! Hail, Albion, hail ! to thce has fate denied Peruvian mines and rich Hindostan's pride, The gems that Ormuz and Golconda boast, And all the wealth of Montezuma's coast : For thee no Parian marbles brightly shine, No glowing suns mature the blushing vine; No light Arabian gales their wings expand, To waft Sabæan incense o'er the land ; No graceful cedars crown thy lofty hills, No trickling myrrh for thee its balm distils ; Not from thy trees the lucid amber flows, And far from thee the scented cassia blows : Yet fearless Commerce, pillar of thy throne, Makes all the wealth of foreign climes thy own; From Lapland's shore to Afric's fervid reign, She bids thy ensigns float above the main ; Unfurls her streamers to the favouring gale, And shows to other worlds her daring sail : Then wafts their gold, their varied stores to thee, Queen of the trident ! empress of the sea !
Spirit of ALFRED! patriot soul sublime ! Thou morning-star of error's darkest time ! Prince of the Lion-heart! whose arm in fight, On Syria's plains repell’d Saladin’s might ! EDWARD ! for bright heroic deeds revered, By Cressy's fame to Britain still endear'd ! Triumphant HENRY ! thou, whose valour proud, The lofty plume of crested Gallia bow'd ! Look down, look down, exalted shades! and
view Your Albion still to freedom's banner true ! Behold the land, ennobled by your fame, Supreme in glory, and of spotless name: And, as the pyramid indignant rears Its awful head, and mocks the waste of years ; See her secure in pride of virtue tower, While prostrate nations kiss the rod of power !
Lo! where her pennons, waving high, aspire, Bold Victory hovers near, “with eyes of fire !" While Lusitania hails, with just applause, The brave defenders of her injured cause; Bids the full song, the note of triumph rise, And swells th' exulting pæan to the skies !
For this thy noble sons have spread alarms,
And they, who late with anguish, hard to tell, Breathed to their cherish'd realms a sad farewell ! Who, as the vessel bore them o'er the tide, Still fondly linger'd on its deck, and sighd; Gazed on the shore, till tears obscured their sight, And the blue distance melted into lightThe Royal exiles, forced by Gallia's hate To fly for refuge in a foreign stateThey, soon returning o'er the western main, Ere long may view their clime beloved again : And as the blazing pillar led the host Of faithful Israel o'er the desert coast, So may Britannia guide the noble band O'er the wild ocean to their native land. O glorious isle !-0 sovereign of the waves ! Thine are the sons who "never will be slaves !"
Bright in the annals of th' impartial page, Britannia's heroes live from age to age !
See them once more, with ardent hearts advance,
Is there no bard of heavenly power possess'd
Serene he lifts to heaven those closing eyes,
Oh, could my muse on seraph pinion spring, O thou, the sovereign of the noble soul! And sweep with rapture's hand the trembling Thou source of energies beyond control ! string!
Queen of the lofty thought, the generous deed, Could she the bosom energies control,
Whose sons unconquer'd fight, undaunted bleed,-And pour impassion'd fervour o'er the soul ! Inspiring Liberty! thy worshipp'd name Oh, could she strike the harp to Milton given, The warm enthusiast kindles to a flame; Brought by a cherub from th' empyrean heaven! Thy charms inspire him to achievements high, Ah, fruitless wish ! ah, prayer preferrd in vain, Thy look of heaven, thy voice of harmony. For her—the humblest of the woodland train; More blest with thee to tread perennial snows, Yet shall her feeble voice essay to raise
Where ne'er a flower expands, a zephyr blows; The hymn of liberty, the song of praise !
Where Winter, binding nature in his chain,
In frost-work palace holds perpetual reign; Iberian bands ! whose noble ardour glows Than, far from thee, with frolic step to rove To pour confusion on oppressive foes;
The green savannas and the spicy grove; Intrepid spirits, hail ! 'tis yours to feel
Scent the rich balm of India's perfumed gales, The hero's fire, the freeman's godlike zeal !
In citron-woods and aromatic vales :
For oh ! fair Liberty, when thou art peor,
Where'er thy smile its magic power bestows, No, brave Castilians ! yours a nobler end,
There arts and taste expand, there fancy glows; Your land, your laws, your monarch to defend ! The sacred lyre its wild enchantment gives, For these, for these, your valiant legions rear And every chord to swelling transport lives; The floating standard, and the lofty spear ! There ardent Genius bids the pencil trace The fearless lover wields the conquering sword, The soul of beauty, and the lines of grace; Fired by the image of the maid adored !
With bold Promethean hand, the canvass warms, His best-beloved, his fondest ties, to aid,
And calls from stone expression's breathing forms. The father's hand unsheaths the glittering blade ! Thus, where the fruitful Nile o'erflows its bound, For each, for all, for ev'ry sacred right,
Its genial waves diffuse abundance round, The daring patriot mingles in the fight!
Bid Ceres laugh o'er waste and sterile sands, And e'en if love or friendship fail to warm, And rich profusion clothe deserted lands. His country's name alone can nerve his dauntless arm !
Immortal Freedom ! daughter of the skies !
To thee shall Britain's grateful incense rise. He bleeds ! he falls ! his death-bed is the field ! Ne'er, goddess ! ne'er forsake thy favourite isle, His dirge the trumpet, and his bier the shield ! Still be thy Albion brightend with thy smile ! His closing eyes the beam of valour speak, Long had thy spirit slept in dead repose, The flush of ardour lingers on his check:
While proudly triumph'd thine insulting foes;
Yet, though a cloud may veil Apollo's light,
Proceed, proceed, ye firm undaunted band ! Still sure to conquer, if combined ye stand. Though myriads flashing in the eye of day Stream'd o'er the smiling land in long array, Though tyrant Asia pour'd unnumber'd foes, Triumphant still the arm of Greece arose ;For every state in sacred union stood, Strong to repel invasion's whelming flood; Each heart was glowing in the general cause, Each band prepared to guard their hallow'd
laws; Athenian valour join'd Laconia's might, And but contended to be first in fight; From rank to rank the warm contagion ran, And Hope and Freedom led the flaming van. Then Persia's monarch mourn'd his glories lost, As wild confusion wing'd his flying host; Then Attic bards the hymn of victory sung, The Grecian harp to notes exulting rung! Then Sculpture bade the Parian stone record The high achievements of the conquering sword. Thus, brave Castilians! thus may bright renown And fair success your valiant efforts crown!
Yet, though thy transient pageantries are gone,
Genius of chivalry! whose early days Tradition still recounts in artless lays; Whose faded splendours fancy oft recallsThe floating banners and the lofty halls, The gallant feats thy festivals display'd, The tilt, the tournament, the long crusade; Whose ancient pride Romance delights to hail, In fabling numbers, or heroic tale: Those times are fled, when stern thy castles
frown'd, Their stately towers with feudal grandeur crown'd; Those times are fled, when fair Iberia's clime Beheld thy Gothic reign, thy pomp sublime; And all thy glories, all thy deeds of yore, Live but in legends wild, and poet's lore. Lo! where thy silent harp neglected lies, Light o'er its chords the murmuring zephyr sighs; Thy solemn courts, where once the minstrel sung, The choral voice of mirth and music rung; Now, with the ivy clad, forsaken, lone, Hear but the breeze and echo to its moan : Thy lonely towers deserted fall away, Thy broken shield is mouldering in decay.
Yet vain their pride, their wealth, and radiant
state, When freedom waved on high the sword of fate ! When braye Ramiro bade the despots fear, Stern retribution frowning on his spear; And fierce Almanzor, after many a fight, O’erwhelm'd with shame, confess'd the Christian's
In later times the gallant Cid arose, Burning with zeal against his country's foes; His victor-arm Alphonso's throne maintain'd, His laureate brows the wreath of conquest gain'd! And still his deeds Castilian bards rehearse, Inspiring theme of patriotic verse ! High in the temple of recording fame, Iberia points to great Gonsalvo's name ! Victorious chief! whose valour still defied The arms of Gaul, and bow'd her crested pride ; Still prouder glories beam on history's page, Imperial CHARLES! to mark thy prosperous age Those golden days of arts and fancy bright, When Science pour'd her mild, refulgent light; When Painting bade the glowing canvass breathe Creative Sculpture claim'd the living wreath; When roved the Muses in Ausonian bowers, Weaving immortal crowns of fairest flowers; When angel-truth dispersed, with beam divine, The clouds that veil'd religion's hallow'd shrine Those golden days beheld Iberia tower High on the pyramid of fame and power; Vain all the efforts of her numerous foes, Her might, superior still, triumphant roso. Thus on proud Lebanon's exalted brow, The cedar, frowning o'er the plains below, Though storms assail, its regal pomp to rend, Majestic, still aspires, disdaining e'er to bend !
With splendid trophies graced his sovereign's
throne, And bade Granada's realms his prowess own. Nor were his deeds thy only boast, 0 Spain ! In mighty FERDINAND's illustrious reign; 'Twas then thy glorious Pilot spread the sail, Unfurl'd his flag before the eastern gale; Bold, sanguine, fearless, ventured to explore Seas unexplored, and worlds unknown before. Fair science guided o'er the liquid realm, Sweet hope, exulting, steer'd the daring helm; While on the mast, with ardour-flashing eye, Courageous enterprise still hover'd nigh: The hoary genius of th' Atlantic main Saw man invade his wide majestic reignHis empire, yet by mortal unsubdued, The throne, the world of awful solitude. And e'en when shipwreck seem'd to rear his
form, And dark destruction menaced in the storm; In every shape when giant-peril rose, To daunt his spirit and his course oppose; O'er ev'ry heart when terror sway'd alone, And hope forsook each bosom but his own: Moved by no dangers, by no fears repell’d, His glorious track the gallant sailor held; Attentive still to mark the sea-birds lave, Or high in air their snowy pinions wave. Thus princely Jason, launching from the steep, With dauntless prow explored th' untravellid
When Gallia pour'd to Pavia's trophied plain, Her youthful knights, a bold, impetuous train; When, after many a toil and danger past, The fatal morn of conflict rose at last; That morning saw her glittering host combine, And form in close array the threat'ning line; Fire in each eye, and force in ev'ry arm, With hope exulting, and with ardour warın; Saw to the gale their streaming ensigns play, Their armour flashing to the beam of day; Their gen'rous chargers panting, spurn the ground, Roused by the trumpet's animating sound; And heard in air their warlike music float, The martial pipe, the drum's inspiring note!
Pale set the sun—the shades of evening fell, The mournful night-wind rung their funeral
knell; And the same day beheld their warriors dead, Their sovereign captive, and their glories fled ! Fled, like the lightning's evanescent fire, Bright, blazing, dreadful—only to expire ! Then, then, while prostrate Gaul confess'd her
might, Iberia's planet shed meridian light ! Nor less, on famed St Quintin's deathful day, Castilian spirit bore the prize awayLaurels that still their verdure shall retaini, And trophies beaming high in glory's fane ! And lo! her heroes, warm with kindred flame, Still proudly emulate their fathers' fame; Still with the soul of patriot-valour glow, Still rush impetuous to repel the foe; Wave the bright falchion, lift the beamy spear, And bid oppressive Gallia learn to fear!
Be theirs, be theirs unfading honour's crown, Go, bid the rolling orbs thy mandate hear-
Go, stay the lightning in its wing’d career!
Did boundless realms obey thy sceptred hand, When every hand is dauntless and prepared E'en then her soul thy lawless might would spurn, The sacred charter of mankind to guard; E'en then, with kindling fire, with indignation When Britain's valiant sons their aid unite,
burn! Fervent and glowing still for freedom's right, Bid ancient enmities for ever cease,
Ye sons of Albion ! first in danger's field, And ancient wrongs forgotten sleep in peace. The sword of Britain and of truth to wield ! When, firmly leagued, they join the patriot baud, Still prompt the injured to defend and save, Can venal slaves their conquering arms withstand? Appal the despot, and assist the brave; Can fame refuse their gallant deeds to bless ? Who now intrepid lift the generous blade, Can victory fail to crown them with success? The cause of Justice and Castile to aid ! Look down, o Heaven ! the righteous cause Ye sons of Albion ! by your country's name, maintain,
Her crown of glory, her unsullied fame; Defend the injured, and avenge the slain ! Oh! by the shades of Cressy's martial dead, Despot of France ! destroyer of mankind ! By warrior-bands at Agincourt who bled; What spectre-cares must haunt thy sleepless By honours gain'd on Blenheim's fatal plain, mind !
By those in Victory's arms at Minden slain; Oh! if at midnight round thy regal bed,
By the bright laurels WOLFE immortal won, When soothing visions fly thine aching head; Undaunted spirit ! valour's favourite son ! When sleep denies thy anxious cares to calm, By Albion's thousand, thousand deeds sublime, And lull thy senses in his opiate balm ;
Renown'd from zone to zone, from clime to clime; Invoked by guilt, if airy phantoms rise,
Ye British heroes! may your trophies raise And murder'd victims bleed before thine eyes; A deathless monument to future days ! Loud let them thunder in thy troubled ear, Oh! may your courage still triumphant rise, "Tyrant! the hour, th' avenging hour is near !". Exalt the "lion banner" to the skies ! It is, it is ! thy star withdraws its ray
Transcend the fairest names in history's page, Soon will its parting lustre fade away;
The brightest actions of a former age; Soon will Cimmerian shades obscure its light, The reign of Freedom let your arms restore, And veil thy splendours in eternal night! And bid oppression fall—to rise no more ! Oh! when accusing conscience wakes thy soul Then soon returning to your native isle, With awful terrors and with dread control, May love and beauty hail you with their smile; Bids threat'ning forms, appalling, round thee stand, For you may conquest weave th' undying wreath, And summons all her visionary band;
And fame and glory's voice the song of rapture Calls up the parted shadows of the dead,
breathe! And whispers, peace and happiness are fled;
Ah ! when shall mad ambition cease to rage ? Een at the time of silence and of rest,
Ah! when shall war his demon-wrath assuage? Paints the dire poniard menacing thy breast; When, when, supplanting discord's iron reign, Is then thy cheek with guilt and horror pale? Shall mercy wave her olive-wand again? Then dost thou tremble, does thy spirit fail ? Not till the despot's dread career is closed, And wouldst thou yet by added crimes provoke And might restrain'd and tyranny deposed ! The bolt of heaven to launch the fatal stroke? Bereave a nation of its rights revered,
Return, sweet Peace, ethereal form benign ! Of all to morals sacred and endear'd?
Fair blue-eyed seraph! balmy power divine ! And shall they tamely liberty resign,
Descend once more! thy hallow'd blessings bring, The soul of life, the source of bliss divine ? Wave thy bright locks, and spread thy downy wing! Canst thou, supreme destroyer ! hope to bind, Luxuriant plenty, laughing in thy train, In chains of adamant, the noble mind?
Shall crown with glowing stores the desert plain: