For Spartan valour here renown'd

Where laurels shade the sacred ground,
Heroic Warren fell.

Erewhile a Howe indignant rose,
Against his country's, freedom's foes;
Those glorious days are past:
A coward's orders to perform,
Lo, yon sea-Alva rides the storm,
And drives the furious blast.

Though darkness all the horizon shroud, And from the east yon thunder-cloud Menace destruction round;

Yet Franklin, vers'd in Nature's laws, From her dire womb the light'ning draws, And brings it to the ground.

Around him Sydneys, Hampdens throng; His ardent philosophic tongue,

Can Roman zeal inspire;

The Amphyctyon Council, hand in hand, Like the immortal Theban band,

Catch his electric fire.

Can fleets or troops such spirits tame,
Although they view their cities flame,
And desolate their coast?

'Midst distant wilds they 'll find a home,
Far as the untam'd Indians roam,
And freedom's luxury boast.

'Midst the Snow-storm yon hero shines,
Pierces your barrier---breaks your lines,
With splendour marks his days;
He falls, the soldier---patriot---sage!
His name illumes th' historic page,
Crown'd with immortal praise.

Brighten the chain, the wampum tie,
Those painted chiefs raise war's fell cry,
And hail the festive hour;

The Congress binds the savage race,

As Heaven's own aether rules through space, Arm'd with attraction's power.

Canadians scorn your vile behest,
Indignant passions fire each breast,

And freedom's banner waves ;
Whole years they felt her flame divine;
Its cheering light can they resign,

And sink again to slaves?

No more will kings court Britain's smiles,
No longer dread this Queen of Isles,

No more her virtues charm:

See her pursue the ignoble strife,

By the dire Indian's scalping knife,
And by the Bravo's arm.

Vain France, and Spain's vindictive power, Exulting wait the auspicious hour

To spread war's dire alarms;

---No more our fleets triumphant ride; This isle of bliss with all her pride, May feel the Bourbon arms.

America, with just disdain,

Will break degen'rate Britain's chain,
And gloriously aspire;

I see new Lockes and Camdens rise,
Whilst other Newtons read the skies,
And Miltons wake the lyre.

Behold her blazing flag unfurl'd,
To awe and rule the western world,
And teach presumptuous kings,
Though lull'd by servile flattery's dream,

The people are alone supreme,

From whom dominion springs.

Heaven's choicest gifts enrich her plain,
The red'ning orange, swelling grain,
Her genial suns refine ;

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For her the silken insects toil,

The olive teems with floods of oil,
And glows the purple vine.

Her prowess Albion's empire shakes,
Her cateracts, her ocean'd lakes,
Display great Nature's hand;
And Europe sees, with dread surprise,
Æthereal tow'ring spirits rise,
To rule the wondrous land.

Bold emulation stands confest ;

Through the firm chief's and yeoman's breast
The heroic passion runs;
Imperial spirits claim their place!

No venal honors lift the base,

When Nature ranks her sons.

Lo! Britain's ancient genius flies
Where commerce, arts, and science, rise,
And war's dire horrors cease;
Exulting millions croud her plains,
Escap'd from Europe's galling chains,

To liberty and peace.

Or arms and wondrous tribes I sing;
My scheme shall through the nation ring,
Form'd on a liberal plan:

Though ev'ry day the bounty rise,

The standard too---your Lordship's size!
You can't recruit a man.

Adopt a philosophic hint,

Though its convey'd in rhyme and print;
Nor think my project odd: