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Immortal Liberty, whose look fublime
Hath bleach'd the tyrant's cheek in ev'ry varying clime ;
What time the iron-hearted Gaul

With frantick Superstition for his guide,
Arm’d with the dagger and the pall,

The sons of Woden to the field defy'd';
The ruthless hag, by Weser's flood,

In Heaven's name orgd th' infernal blow,

And red the stream began to flow:
The vanquish'd were baptiz'd with blood *.

The Saxon prince in horror filed

From altars stain'd with human ĝore ;
And Liberty his routed legions. led

In safety to the bleak Norwegian fhore :
There in a cave alleep The lay,

Lull'd by the hoarfe resounding main ;
When a bold favage pafs'd that way,

Impell’d by deftiny, his name Difdain.
Of ample front the portly chief appear'd ;

The hunted bear supply'd a'haggy veft,
The drifted frow húng on his yellow beard,

And his broad shoulders brav'd the furious blaft.
He stopp'd; he gaz'd; his bolom glow'd,

And deeply felt th'impression of her charms:
He seiz'd th' advantage Fate allow'd,
And ftraight compress'd her in his vigorous arms..

The curlieu scream'd; the tritons blow

Their shells to celebrate the ravish'd rite ;
Old Time exulted as he flew;

And Independence faw the light.

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* Baptiz'd with blood, &c.} Charlemaigne obliged four thogfand Saxon prisoners to embrace the Christian religion, and immediately after they were baptized, ordered their throats to be cute Their Prince Vitikind Aed for thelter to Gotrick King of Denmark.



The light he saw in Albion's happy plains ;

Where, under cover of a flowering thorn, While Philomel renew'd her warbled ftrains,

Th' auspicious fruit of stol'n embrace was born. The mountain dryads seiz'd with joy

The smiling infant to their charge consign'd; The Dorick Mufe caress’d the fav'rite boy ;

The hermit, Wisdom, ftor'd his op'ning mind. As rolling years matur'd his age,

He flourish'd bold and finewy as his fire ; While the mild passions in his breast assuage The fiercer flames of his maternal fire.

ANTISTROPHE. Accomplish'd thus, he wing'd his way,

And zealous rouz'd from pole to pole, The rolls of right eternal to display,

And warm with patriot thoughts th' aspiring soul. On désart ifles * 'twas he that rais'd

Those spires that gild th' Adriatick wave, Where tyranny beheld amaz’d

Fair Freedom's, temple, where he mark'd her grave. He steel'd the blunt Bardavian's arms

To burst th' Iberian's double chain t; And cities rear'd, and planted farms,

Won from the skirts of Neptune's wide domain. He, with the generous rusticks, late

On Uris' rocks in close divan I, And wing'd that arrow fure as fate

Which ascertain'd the facred rights of man.

* On defart isles, &c.] Although Venice was built a considerable time before the æra here afligned for the birth of Independence, the Republick had not yet attained to any great degree of power and fplendour.

+ To burft tb' Iberian's double chain, &c.] The Low Countries were not only oppressed by grievous taxations, but likewise threatened with the establishment of the inquifition, when the Seven Provinces revolted, and shook off the yoke of Spain.

1 on Uris' rocks, &c.] Alluding to the known story of William Tell and his associates, the fathers and founders of the Confederacy of the Swiss Cantons.



STROPHE. Arabia's scorching fands he cross'd *,

Where blasted Nature pants supine,
Conductor of her tribes aduft,

To Freedom's adamantine shrine ;
And many a Tartar hord forlorn, aghaft +,

He snatch'd from under fell Oppression's wing ;
And taught, ainidit the dreary waste,

Th' all-chearing hymns of Liberty to sing.
He virtue finds, like precious ore,

Diffus'd thro' ev'ry bafer mould ;
E’en now he stands on Calvis' rocky shore,

And turns the drofs of Corfica to gold I.
He, guardian genius, taught my youth

Pomp's tinsel'd liv'ry to defpise :
My lips by him chastis'd to truth
Ne'er paid that homage which the heart denies.

Those sculptur'd halls my feet shall never tread

Where varnish'd vice and vanity combin'd,
To dazzle and feduce their banners spread,

And forge vile shackles for the free-born mind: Where Insolence his wrinkled front uprears,

And all the flowers of fpurious fancy blow, And Title his ill-woven chaplet wears,

Full often wreath'd around the miscreant's brow :

* Arabia's scorcbing Sands, &c.] The Arabs, rather than resign their inde.. pendency, have often abandoned their habitations, and encountered all che horrors of the desart.

And many a Tartar bord, &c.] From the tyranny of Jenghis-Khan, Timar-Bec, and other eaftern conquerors, whole tribes of Tartars were used to fiy into the remotest wastes of Cathay, where no army would follow them.

I And turns the drofs of Corsica, &c.] The poble stand made by Paschal, Paoli and his associates against the usurpation of the French king, mul endear them to all the fons of liberty and independence.

Wherever Wherever dimpling Fallhood, pert and vain,

Presents her cup of ftate profession's froth,
And pale Disease, with all his blasted train,

Torments the fons of Gluttony and Sloth.


In Fortune's car behold that minion ride,

With either India's glittering spoils oppress'd:
So moves the sumpter-mule, in harness'd pride,

That bears the treasure which he cannot taste.
For him let venal bards disgrace the bay,

And hireling minstrels wake the tinkling string;
Her sensual snares let faithless Pleasure lay,

And all her gingling bells fantastick Folly ring:
Disquiet, doubt, and dread shall intervene ;

And Nature, still to all her feelings juft,
In vengeance hang a damp on every scene,
Shook from the baleful pinions of Disguft.

Nature I'll court in her fequefter'd haunts,

By mountain, meadow, streamlet, grove, or cell,
Where the pois'd lark his evening ditty chaunts,

And Health and Peace, and Contemplation, dwell.
There Study shall with Solitude recline,

And Friendship pledge me to his fellow-fwains ;
And Toil and Temperance sedately twine

The flender chord that Auttering life sustains ;
And fearless Poverty shall guard the door,

And Taste unspoil'd the frutal table spread ;
And Industry supply the humble store,

And Sleep unbrib'd his dews refreshing shed :
White-mantled Innocence, etherial sprite,
Shall chase far off the goblins of the night,
And Independence o'er the day preside;
Propitious power! my patron and my pride!

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Thou that glad'st my lonesome hours

With many a wildly warbled song,
When Melancholy round me lours,
And drives her fullen storms along;

When fell Adversity prepares
To lead her delegated train,
Pale Sickness, Want, Remorse, and Pain,

With all her host of carking cares;
The fiends ordain'd to tame the human soul,
And give the humbled heart to Sympatlay's controul!

Sweet foother of my misery, fay,

Why dost thou clap thy joyous wing?
Why doft thcu pour that artless lay?
How canft thou, little prisoner, fing?

Haft thou not cause to grieve
That man, unpitying man! has rent
From thee the boon which Nature meant

Thou should'it, as well as he, receive ?
The power to woo thy partner in the grove ;
To build where instinct points ; where ehance directs, to rove.

Perchance, unconscious of thy fate,

And to the woes of bondage blind,
Thou never long'st to join thy mate,
Nor wifheft to be unconfin'd;

Then how relentless he,
And fit for every foul offence,
Who could bereave fuch innocence

of life's best blefling, Liberty!
Who lur'd thee, guileful, to his treacherous snare,
To live a tuneful Nave, and dissipate his care !


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