LONDON
:
OR
,
THE
PROGRESS
OF
COMMERCE
.
BY
MR.
GLOVER
.
YE
northern
blasts
,
and
The
east
wind
.
Eurus
,
wont
to
sweep
With
rudest
pinions
o'er
the
furrow'd
waves
,
Awhile
suspend
your
violence
,
and
waft
From
sandy
Bremen
is
situated
on
the
Weser
,
and
Hamburg
on
the
Elb.
Weser
and
the
broad-mouth'd
Elb
My
freighted
vessels
to
the
destin'd
shore
,
Safe
o'er
th'
unruffled
main
;
let
every
thought
,
Which
may
disquiet
,
and
alarm
my
breast
,
Be
absent
now
;
that
,
dispossess'd
of
care
,
And
free
from
every
tumult
of
the
mind
,
With
each
disturbing
passion
hush'd
to
peace
,
I
may
pour
all
my
spirit
on
the
theme
,
Which
opens
now
before
me
,
and
demands
The
loftiest
strain
.
The
eagle
,
when
he
tow'rs
Beyond
the
clouds
,
the
fleecy
robes
of
heaven
,
Disdains
all
objects
but
the
golden
sun
,
Full
on
th'
effulgent
orb
directs
his
eye
,
And
sails
exulting
through
the
blaze
of
day
;
So
,
while
her
wing
attempts
the
boldest
flight
,
Rejecting
each
inferior
theme
of
praise
,
Thee
,
ornament
of
Europe
,
Albion's
pride
,
Fair
seat
of
wealth
and
freedom
,
thee
my
Muse
Shall
celebrate
,
O
London
:
thee
she
hails
.
Thou
lov'd
abode
of
Commerce
,
last
retreat
,
Whence
she
contemplates
with
a
tranquil
mind
Her
various
wanderings
from
the
fated
hour
That
she
abandon'd
her
maternal
clime
;
Neptunian
Commerce
,
whom
Phoenice
bore
,
Illustrious
nymph
,
that
nam'd
the
fertile
plains
Along
the
sounding
main
extended
far
,
Which
flowery
Carmel
with
its
sweet
perfumes
,
And
with
its
cedars
Libanus
o'ershades
:
Her
from
the
bottom
of
the
watry
world
,
As
once
she
stood
,
in
radiant
beauties
grac'd
,
To
mark
the
heaving
tide
,
the
piercing
eye
Of
Neptune
view'd
enamour'd
:
from
the
deep
The
God
ascending
rushes
to
the
beach
,
And
clasps
th'
affrighted
virgin
.
From
that
day
,
Soon
as
the
paly
regent
of
the
night
Nine
times
her
monthly
progress
had
renew'd
Thro'
heaven's
illumin'd
vault
,
Phoenice
,
led
By
shame
,
once
more
the
sea-worn
margin
sought
:
There
pac'd
with
painful
steps
the
barren
sands
,
A
solitary
mourner
,
and
the
surge
,
Which
gently
roll'd
beside
her
,
now
no
more
With
placid
eyes
beholding
,
thus
exclaim'd
.
Ye
fragrant
shrubs
and
cedars
,
lofty
shade
,
Which
crown
my
native
hills
,
ye
spreading
palms
,
That
rise
majestic
on
these
fruitful
meads
,
With
you
,
who
gave
the
lost
Phoenice
birth
,
And
you
,
who
bear
th'
endearing
name
of
friends
,
Once
faithful
partners
of
my
chaster
hours
,
Farewell
!
To
thee
,
perfidious
God
,
I
come
,
Bent
down
with
pain
and
anguish
on
thy
sands
,
I
come
thy
suppliant
:
death
is
all
I
crave
;
Bid
thy
devouring
waves
inwrap
my
head
,
And
to
the
bottom
whelm
my
cares
and
shame
!
She
ceas'd
,
when
sudden
from
th'
inclosing
deep
A
crystal
car
emerg'd
,
with
glitt'ring
shells
,
Cull'd
from
their
oozy
beds
by
Tethys'
train
,
And
blushing
coral
deck'd
,
whose
ruddy
glow
Mix'd
with
the
watry
lustre
of
the
pearl
.
A
smiling
band
of
sea-born
nymphs
attend
,
Who
from
the
shore
with
gentle
hands
convey
The
fear-subdu'd
Phoenice
,
and
along
The
lucid
chariot
place
.
As
there
with
dread
All
mute
,
and
struggling
with
her
painful
throes
She
lay
,
the
winds
by
Neptune's
high
command
Were
silent
round
her
;
not
a
zephyr
dar'd
To
wanton
o'er
the
cedar's
branching
top
,
Nor
on
the
plain
the
stately
palm
was
seen
To
wave
its
graceful
verdure
;
o'er
the
main
No
undulation
broke
the
smooth
expanse
,
But
all
was
hush'd
and
motionless
around
,
All
but
the
lightly-sliding
ear
,
impell'd
Along
the
level
azure
by
the
strength
Of
active
Tritons
,
rivalling
in
speed
The
rapid
meteor
,
whose
sulphureous
train
Glides
o'er
the
brow
of
darkness
,
and
appears
The
livid
ruins
of
a
falling
star
.
Beneath
the
Lybian
skies
,
a
blissful
isle
,
By
Triton
,
a
river
and
lake
of
antient
Lybia
.
Triton's
floods
encircled
,
Nysa
lay
.
Here
youthful
Nature
wanton'd
in
delights
,
And
here
the
guardians
of
the
bounteous
horn
,
While
it
was
now
the
infancy
of
time
,
Nor
yet
th'
uncultivated
globe
had
learn'd
To
smile
,
Fruitfulness
.
Eucarpé
,
Plenty
.
Dapsiléa
dwelt
,
With
all
the
nymphs
,
whose
secret
care
had
nurs'd
The
eldest
Bacchus
.
From
the
flow'ry
shore
A
turf-clad
valley
opens
,
and
along
Its
verdure
mild
the
willing
feet
allures
;
While
on
its
sloping
sides
ascends
the
pride
Of
hoary
groves
,
high-arching
o'er
the
vale
With
day-rejecting
gloom
.
The
solemn
shade
Half
round
a
spacious
lawn
at
length
expands
,
This
whole
description
of
the
rock
and
grotto
is
taken
from
Diod.
Siculus
,
lib.
3.
pag.
202.
Clos'd
by
a
tow'ring
cliff
,
whose
forehead
glows
With
azure
,
purple
,
and
ten
thousand
dyes
,
From
its
resplendent
fragments
beaming
round
;
Nor
less
irradiate
colours
from
beneath
On
every
side
an
ample
grot
reflects
,
As
down
the
perforated
rock
the
sun
Pours
his
meridian
blaze
!
rever'd
abode
Of
Nysa's
nymphs
,
with
every
plant
attir'd
,
That
wears
undying
green
,
refresh'd
with
rills
From
ever-living
fountains
,
and
enrich'd
With
all
Pomona's
bloom
:
unfading
flowers
Glow
on
the
mead
,
and
spicy
shrubs
perfume
With
inexhausted
sweets
the
cooling
gale
,
Which
breathes
incessant
there
;
while
every
bird
Of
tuneful
note
his
gay
or
plaintive
song
Blends
with
the
warble
of
meandring
streams
,
Which
o'er
their
pebbled
channels
murm'ring
lave
The
fruit-invested
hills
,
that
rise
around
.
The
gentle
Nereids
to
this
calm
recess
Phoenice
bear
;
nor
Dapsiléa
bland
,
Nor
good
Eucarpé
,
studious
to
obey
Great
Neptune's
will
,
their
hospitable
care
Refuse
;
nor
long
Lucina
is
invok'd
.
Soon
as
the
wondrous
infant
sprung
to
day
,
Earth
rock'd
around
;
with
all
their
nodding
woods
,
And
streams
reverting
to
their
troubled
source
,
The
mountain
shook
,
while
Lybia's
neighb'ring
god
,
Mysterious
Ammon
,
from
his
hollow
cell
With
deep-resounding
accent
thus
to
heaven
,
To
earth
,
and
sea
,
the
mighty
birth
proclaim'd
.
A
new-born
power
behold
!
whom
Fate
hath
call'd
The
Gods'
imperfect
labour
to
complete
This
wide
creation
.
She
in
lonely
sands
Shall
bid
the
tower-encircled
city
rise
,
The
barren
sea
shall
people
,
and
the
wilds
Of
dreary
nature
shall
with
plenty
cloath
;
She
shall
enlighten
man's
unletter'd
race
,
And
with
endearing
intercourse
unite
Remotest
nations
,
scorch'd
by
sultry
suns
,
Or
freezing
near
the
snow-encrusted
pole
:
Where'er
the
joyous
vine
disdains
to
grow
,
The
fruitful
olive
,
or
the
golden
ear
;
Her
hand
divine
,
with
interposing
aid
To
every
climate
shall
the
gifts
supply
Of
Ceres
,
Bacchus
,
and
Minerva
,
the
tutelary
goddess
of
the
Athenians
,
to
whom
she
gave
the
olive
.
the
Athenian
maid
:
The
graces
,
joys
,
emoluments
of
life
From
her
exhaustless
bounty
all
shall
flow
.
The
heavenly
prophet
ceas'd
.
Olympus
heard
.
Streight
from
their
star-bespangled
thrones
descend
On
blooming
Nysa
a
celestial
band
The
ocean's
lord
to
honour
in
his
child
;
When
o'er
his
offspring
smiling
thus
began
The
trident-ruler
.
Commerce
be
thy
name
:
To
thee
I
give
the
empire
of
the
main
.
From
where
the
morning
breathes
its
eastern
gale
,
To
th'
undiscover'd
limits
of
the
West
,
From
chilling
Boreas
to
extremest
South
Thy
sire's
obsequious
billows
shall
extend
Thy
universal
reign
.
Minerva
next
With
wisdom
bless'd
her
,
Mercury
with
art
,
Vulcan
,
the
tutelary
deity
of
Lemnos
.
The
Lemnian
god
with
industry
,
and
last
Majestic
Phoebus
,
o'er
the
infant
long
In
contemplation
pausing
,
thus
declar'd
From
his
enraptur'd
lip
his
matchless
boon
.
Thee
with
divine
invention
I
endow
,
That
secret
wonder
,
Goddess
,
to
disclose
,
By
which
the
wise
,
the
virtuous
,
and
the
brave
,
The
heaven-taught
Poet
and
exploring
Sage
Shall
pass
recorded
to
the
verge
of
time
.
Her
years
of
childhood
now
were
number'd
o'er
,
When
to
her
mother's
natal
soil
repair'd
The
new
divinity
,
whose
parting
step
Her
sacred
nurses
follow'd
,
ever
now
To
her
alone
inseparably
join'd
;
Then
first
deserting
their
Nyseian
shore
To
spread
their
hoarded
blessings
round
the
world
;
Who
with
them
bore
the
inexhausted
horn
Of
ever-smiling
Plenty
.
Thus
adorn'd
,
Attended
thus
,
great
Goddess
,
thou
beganst
Thy
all
enlivening
progress
o'er
the
globe
,
Then
rude
and
joyless
,
destin'd
to
repair
The
various
ills
,
which
earliest
ages
ru'd
From
one
,
like
thee
,
distinguish'd
bu
the
gifts
Of
heaven
,
Pandora
,
whose
pernicious
hand
From
the
dire
vase
releas'd
th'
imprison'd
woes
.
Thou
,
gracious
Commerce
,
from
his
cheerless
caves
In
horrid
rocks
,
and
solitary
woods
,
The
helpless
wand'rer
man
forlorn
and
wild
Didst
charm
to
sweet
society
;
didst
cast
The
deep
foundations
,
where
the
future
pride
Of
mightiest
cities
rose
,
and
o'er
the
main
Before
the
wond'ring
Nereids
didst
present
The
surge-dividing
keel
,
and
stately
mast
,
Whose
canvas
wings
,
distending
with
the
gale
,
The
bold
Phoenician
through
Alcides'
straits
To
northern
Albion's
tin-embowel'd
fields
,
And
oft
beneath
the
sea-obscuring
brow
Of
cloud-envelop'd
Teneriff
convey'd
.
Next
in
sagacious
thought
th'
ethereal
plains
Thou
trodst
,
exploring
each
propitious
star
The
danger-braving
mariner
to
guide
;
Then
all
the
latent
and
mysterious
powers
Of
number
didst
unravel
;
last
to
crown
Thy
bounties
,
Goddess
,
thy
unrival'd
toils
For
man
,
still
urging
thy
inventive
mind
,
Thou
gav'st
him
Here
the
opinion
of
Sir
Isaac
Newton
is
followed
,
that
letters
were
first
invented
amongst
the
trading
parts
of
the
world
.
letters
;
there
imparting
all
,
Which
lifts
th'
ennobled
spirit
near
to
heaven
,
Laws
,
learning
,
wisdom
,
nature's
works
reveal'd
By
god-like
Sages
,
all
Minerva's
arts
,
Apollo's
music
,
and
th'
eternal
voice
Of
Virtue
sounding
from
the
historic
roll
,
The
philosophic
page
,
and
poet's
song
.
Now
solitude
and
silence
from
the
shores
Retreat
on
pathless
mountains
to
reside
,
Barbarity
is
polish'd
,
infant
arts
Bloom
in
the
desart
,
and
benignant
peace
With
hospitality
begin
to
sooth
Unsocial
rapine
,
and
the
thirst
of
blood
;
As
from
his
tumid
urn
when
Nilus
spreads
His
genial
tides
abroad
,
the
favour'd
soil
That
joins
his
fruitful
border
,
first
imbibes
The
kindly
stream
;
anon
the
bounteous
God
His
waves
extends
,
embracing
Egypt
round
,
Dwells
on
the
teeming
champain
,
and
endows
The
sleeping
grain
with
vigour
to
attire
In
one
bright
harvest
all
the
Pharian
plains
:
Thus
,
when
Pygmalion
from
Phoenician
Tyre
Had
banish'd
freedom
,
with
disdainful
steps
Indignant
Commerce
,
turning
from
the
walls
Herself
had
rais'd
,
her
welcome
sway
enlarg'd
Among
the
nations
,
spreading
round
the
globe
The
fruits
of
all
its
climes
;
Athenian
.
Athens
was
call'd
Cecropia
from
Cecrops
its
first
king
.
Cecropian
oil
,
The
Thracian
vintage
,
and
Panchaian
gums
,
Arabia's
spices
,
and
the
golden
grain
,
Which
old
Osiris
to
his
Aegypt
gave
,
And
Ceres
to
Sicily
.
Sicania
.
Thou
didst
raise
Th'
Ionian
name
,
O
Commerce
,
thou
the
domes
Of
sumptuous
Corinth
,
and
the
ample
round
Of
Syracuse
didst
people
.
—
All
the
wealth
Now
thou
assemblest
from
Iberia's
mines
,
And
golden-channel'd
Tagus
,
all
the
spoils
From
fair
Another
name
of
Sicily
,
which
was
frequently
ravag'd
by
the
Car
thaginians
.
Trinacria
wasted
,
all
the
powers
Of
conquer'd
Afric's
tributary
realms
To
fix
thy
empire
on
the
Lybian
verge
,
Thy
native
tract
;
the
nymphs
of
Nysa
hail
Thy
glad
return
,
and
echoing
joy
resounds
O'er
Triton's
sacred
waters
,
but
in
vain
:
The
irreversible
decrees
of
heaven
To
far
more
northern
regions
had
ordain'd
Thy
lasting
seat
;
in
vain
th'
imperial
port
Receives
the
gather'd
riches
of
the
world
;
In
vain
whole
climates
bow
beneath
its
rule
;
Behold
the
toil
of
centuries
to
Rome
Its
glories
yields
,
and
mould'ring
leaves
no
trace
Of
its
deep-rooted
greatness
;
thou
with
tears
From
thy
extinguish'd
Carthage
didst
retire
,
And
these
thy
perish'd
honours
long
deplore
.
What
though
rich
Cadiz
.
Gades
,
what
though
polish'd
Rhodes
,
With
Alexandria
,
Aegypt's
splendid
mart
,
The
learn'd
Marfeilles
,
a
Grecian
colony
,
the
most
civilized
,
as
well
as
the
greatest
trading
city
of
antient
Gaul
.
Massylians
,
and
Genoa
.
Ligurian
towers
,
What
though
the
potent
Hanseatic
league
,
And
Venice
,
mistress
of
the
Grecian
isles
,
With
all
th'
Aegean
floods
,
awhile
might
sooth
The
sad
remembrance
;
what
though
,
led
through
climes
And
seas
unknown
,
with
thee
th'
advent'rous
sons
Of
The
Portuguese
discover'd
the
Cape
of
Good
Hope
in
1487.
Tagus
pass'd
the
stormy
cape
,
which
braves
The
huge
Atlanic
;
what
though
Antwerp
grew
Beneath
thy
smiles
,
and
thou
propitious
there
Didst
shower
thy
blessings
with
unsparing
hands
:
Still
on
thy
grief-indented
heart
impress'd
The
great
Amilcar's
valour
,
still
the
deeds
Of
Asdrubal
and
Mago
,
still
the
loss
Of
thy
unequal
Annibal
remain'd
:
Till
from
the
sandy
mouths
of
echoing
Rhine
,
And
sounding
margin
of
the
Scheld
and
Maese
,
With
sudden
roar
the
angry
voice
of
war
Alarm'd
thy
languor
;
wonder
turn'd
thy
eye
.
Lo
!
in
bright
arms
a
bold
militia
stood
,
Arrang'd
for
battle
:
from
afar
thou
saw'st
The
snowy
ridge
of
Apennine
,
the
fields
Of
wild
Calabria
,
and
Pyrene's
hills
,
The
Guadiana
,
and
the
Duro's
banks
,
And
rapid
Ebro
gath'ring
all
their
powers
To
crush
this
daring
populace
.
The
pride
Of
fiercest
kings
with
more
inflam'd
revenge
Ne'er
menac'd
freedom
;
nor
since
dauntless
Greece
,
And
Rome's
stern
offspring
none
hath
e'er
surpass'd
The
bold
The
Dutch
.
Batavian
in
his
glorious
toil
For
liberty
,
or
death
.
At
once
the
thought
Of
long-lamented
Carthage
flies
thy
breast
,
And
ardent
,
Goddess
,
thou
dost
speed
to
save
The
generous
people
.
Not
the
vernal
showers
,
Distilling
copious
from
the
morning
clouds
,
Descend
more
kindly
on
the
tender
flower
,
New-born
and
opening
on
the
lap
of
Spring
,
Than
on
this
rising
state
thy
cheering
smile
,
And
animating
presence
;
while
on
Spain
,
Prophetic
thus
,
thy
indignation
broke
.
Insatiate
race
!
the
shame
of
polish'd
lands
!
Disgrace
of
Europe
!
for
inhuman
deeds
And
insolence
renown'd
!
what
demon
led
Thee
first
to
plough
the
undiscover'd
surge
,
Which
lav'd
an
hidden
world
?
whose
malice
taught
Thee
first
to
taint
with
rapine
,
and
with
rage
,
With
more
than
savage
thirst
of
blood
the
arts
,
By
me
for
gentlest
intercourse
ordain'd
,
For
mutual
aids
,
and
hospitable
ties
From
shore
to
shore
?
Or
,
that
pernicious
hour
,
Was
heaven
disgusted
with
its
wondrous
works
,
That
to
thy
fell
exterminating
hand
Th'
immense
Peruvian
empire
it
resign'd
,
And
all
,
which
lordly
Montezuma
,
emperor
of
Mexico
.
Montezuma
sway'd
?
And
com'st
thou
,
strengthen'd
with
the
shining
stores
Of
that
gold-teeming
hemisphere
,
to
waste
The
smiling
fields
of
Europe
,
and
extend
Thy
bloody
shackles
o'er
these
happy
seats
Of
liberty
?
Presumptuous
nation
,
learn
,
From
this
dire
period
shall
thy
glories
fade
,
Thy
slaughter'd
youth
shall
fatten
Belgium's
sands
,
And
Victory
against
her
Albion's
cliffs
Shall
see
the
blood-empurpled
ocean
dash
Thy
weltering
hosts
,
and
stain
the
chalky
shore
:
Ev'n
those
,
whom
now
thy
impious
pride
would
bind
In
servile
chains
,
hereafter
shall
support
Thy
weaken'd
throne
;
when
heaven's
afflicting
hand
Of
all
thy
power
despoils
thee
,
when
alone
Of
all
,
which
e'er
hath
signaliz'd
thy
name
,
Thy
insolence
and
cruelty
remain
.
Thus
with
her
clouded
visage
,
wrapt
in
frowns
,
The
Goddess
threaten'd
,
and
the
daring
train
Of
her
untam'd
militia
,
torn
with
wounds
,
Despising
fortune
,
from
repeated
foils
More
fierce
,
and
braving
Famine's
keenest
rage
,
At
length
through
deluges
of
blood
she
led
To
envied
greatness
;
ev'n
while
clamorous
Mars
With
loudest
clangor
bade
his
trumpet
shake
The
Belgian
champain
,
she
their
standard
rear'd
On
tributary
Java
,
and
the
shores
Of
huge
Borneo
;
thou
;
Sumatra
,
heard'st
Her
naval
thunder
,
Ceylon's
trembling
sons
Their
fragrant
stores
of
cinnamon
resign'd
,
And
odour-breathing
Ternate
and
Tidore
Their
spicy
groves
.
And
O
whatever
coast
The
Belgians
trace
,
where'er
their
power
is
spread
,
To
hoary
Zembla
,
or
to
Indian
suns
,
Still
thither
be
extended
thy
renown
,
O
William
,
pride
of
Orange
,
and
ador'd
Thy
virtues
,
which
disdaining
life
,
or
wealth
,
Or
empire
,
whether
in
thy
dawn
of
youth
,
Thy
glorious
noon
of
manhood
,
or
the
night
,
He
was
assassinated
at
Delf
.
His
dying
words
were
,
Lord
have
mercy
upon
this
people
.
See
Grot
.
de
Bell
.
Belg.
The
fatal
night
of
death
,
no
other
care
Besides
the
public
own'd
.
And
dear
to
fame
Be
thou
,
harmonious
Janus
Douza
,
a
famous
poet
,
and
the
most
learned
man
of
his
time
.
He
commanded
in
Leyden
when
it
was
so
obstinately
besieged
by
the
Spa
niards
in
1570.
See
Meursii
Athen
.
Bat.
Douza
;
every
Muse
,
Your
laurel
strow
around
this
hero's
urn
,
Whom
fond
Minerva
grac'd
with
all
her
arts
,
Alike
in
letters
and
in
arms
to
shine
,
A
dauntless
warrior
,
and
a
learned
bard
.
Him
Spain's
surrounding
host
for
slaughter
mark'd
,
With
massacre
yet
reeking
from
the
streets
Of
blood-stain'd
Harlem
:
he
on
Leyden's
to
w'rs
,
With
Famine
his
companion
,
wan
,
subdu'd
In
outward
form
,
with
patient
virtue
stood
Superior
to
despair
;
the
heavenly
Nine
His
suffering
soul
with
great
examples
cheer'd
Of
memorable
bards
,
by
Mars
adorn'd
With
wreaths
of
fame
;
Orpheus
,
one
of
the
Argonauts
,
who
set
sail
from
Iölcos
,
a
town
in
Thessalia
.
Oeagrus
tuneful
son
,
Who
with
melodious
praise
to
noblest
deeds
Charm'd
the
Iölchian
heroes
,
and
himself
Their
danger
shar'd
;
When
the
Spartans
were
greatly
distressed
in
the
Messen
an
war
,
they
applied
to
the
Athenians
for
a
general
,
who
sent
them
the
poet
Tyrtaeua
.
Tyrtaeus
,
who
reviv'd
With
animating
verse
the
Spartan
hopes
;
Brave
Aeschylus
,
one
of
the
most
ancient
tragic
poets
,
who
signalized
himself
in
the
battles
of
Marathon
and
Salamis
.
Aeschylus
and
Sophocles
commanded
his
countrymen
the
Athenians
,
in
several
expeditions
.
Sophocles
,
around
Whose
sacred
brows
the
tragic
ivy
twin'd
,
Mix'd
with
the
warrior's
laurel
;
all
surpass'd
By
Douza's
valour
:
and
the
generous
toil
,
His
and
his
country's
labours
soon
receiv'd
Their
high
reward
,
when
favouring
Commerce
rais'd
Th'
invincible
Batavians
,
till
,
rever'd
Among
the
mightiest
on
the
brightest
roll
Of
fame
they
shone
,
by
splendid
wealth
and
power
Grac'd
and
supported
;
thus
a
genial
soil
Diffusing
vigour
though
the
infant
oak
,
Affords
it
strength
to
flourish
,
till
at
last
Its
lofty
head
,
in
verdant
honours
clad
,
It
rears
amidst
the
proudest
of
the
grove
.
Yet
here
th'
eternal
sates
thy
last
retreat
Deny
,
a
mightier
nation
they
prepare
For
thy
reception
,
sufferers
alike
By
th'
unremitted
insolence
of
power
From
reign
to
reign
,
nor
less
than
Belgium
known
For
bold
contention
oft
on
crimson
fields
,
In
free
tongu'd
senates
oft
with
nervous
laws
To
circumscribe
,
or
conquering
to
depose
Their
sceptred
tyrants
:
Albion
sea-embrac'd
,
The
joy
of
freedom
,
dread
of
treacherous
kings
,
The
destin'd
mistress
of
the
subject
main
,
And
arbitress
of
Europe
,
now
demands
Thy
presence
,
Goddess
.
It
was
now
the
time
,
Ere
yet
perfidious
Cromwel
dar'd
profane
The
sacred
senate
,
and
with
impious
feet
Tread
on
the
powers
of
magistrates
and
laws
,
While
every
arm
was
chill'd
with
cold
amaze
,
Nor
one
in
all
that
dauntless
train
was
found
To
pierce
the
ruffian's
heart
;
and
now
thy
name
Was
heard
in
thunder
through
th'
affrighted
shores
Of
pale
Iberia
,
of
submissive
Gaul
,
And
Tagus
,
trembling
to
his
utmost
source
.
O
ever
faithful
,
vigilant
,
and
brave
,
Thou
bold
assertor
of
Britannia's
fame
,
Unconquerable
Blake
:
propitious
heaven
At
this
great
aera
,
and
The
act
of
navigation
.
the
sage
decree
Of
Albion's
senate
,
perfecting
at
once
,
What
by
Queen
Elizabeth
was
the
first
of
our
princes
,
who
gave
any
consider
able
encouragement
to
trade
.
Eliza
was
so
well
begun
,
So
deeply
founded
,
to
this
favour'd
shore
The
Goddess
drew
,
where
grateful
she
bestow'd
Th'
unbounded
empire
of
her
father's
floods
,
And
chose
thee
,
London
,
for
her
chief
abode
,
Pleas'd
with
the
silver
Thames
,
its
gentle
stream
,
And
smiling
banks
,
its
joy-diffusing
hills
,
Which
clad
with
splendour
,
and
with
beauty
grac'd
,
O'erlook
his
lucid
bosom
;
pleas'd
with
thee
,
Thou
nurse
of
arts
,
and
thy
industrious
race
;
Pleas'd
with
their
candid
manners
,
with
their
free
Sagacious
converse
,
to
enquiry
led
,
And
zeal
for
knowledge
;
hence
the
opening
mind
Resigns
its
errors
,
and
unseals
the
eye
Of
blind
Opinion
;
Merit
hence
is
heard
Amidst
its
blushes
,
dawning
arts
arise
,
The
gloomy
clouds
,
which
ignorance
or
fear
Spread
o'er
the
paths
of
Virtue
,
are
dispell'd
,
Servility
retires
,
and
every
heart
With
public
cares
is
warm'd
;
thy
merchants
hence
,
Illustrious
city
,
thou
dost
raise
to
fame
:
How
many
names
of
glory
may'st
thou
trace
From
earliest
annals
down
to
Sir
John
Barnard
.
Barnard's
times
!
And
,
O
!
if
like
that
eloquence
divine
,
Which
forth
for
Commerce
,
for
Britannia's
rights
,
And
her
insulted
majesty
he
pour'd
,
These
humble
measures
flow'd
,
then
too
thy
walls
Might
undisgrac'd
resound
thy
poet's
name
,
Who
now
all-fearful
to
thy
praise
attunes
His
lyre
,
and
pays
his
grateful
song
to
thee
,
Thy
votary
,
O
Commerce
!
Gracious
Power
,
Continue
still
to
hear
my
vows
,
and
bless
My
honourable
industry
,
which
courts
No
other
smile
but
thine
;
for
thou
alone
Can'st
wealth
bestow
with
independance
crown'd
:
Nor
yet
exclude
contemplative
repose
,
But
to
my
dwelling
grant
the
solemn
calm
Of
learned
leisure
,
never
to
reject
The
visitation
of
the
tuneful
Maids
,
Who
seldom
deign
to
leave
their
sacred
haunts
,
And
grace
a
mortal
mansion
;
thou
divide
With
them
my
labours
;
pleasure
I
resign
,
And
,
all
devoted
to
my
midnight
lamp
,
Ev'n
now
,
when
Albion
o'er
the
foaming
breast
Of
groaning
Tethys
spreads
its
threat'ning
fleets
,
I
grasp
the
sounding
shell
,
prepar'd
to
sing
That
hero's
valour
,
who
shall
best
confound
His
injur'd
country's
foes
:
ev'n
now
I
feel
Celestial
fires
descending
on
my
breast
,
Which
prompt
thy
daring
suppliant
to
explore
,
Why
,
though
deriv'd
from
Neptune
,
though
rever'd
Among
the
nations
,
by
the
Gods
endow'd
,
Thou
never
yet
from
eldest
times
hast
found
One
permanent
abode
;
why
oft
expell'd
Thy
favour'd
seats
,
from
clime
to
clime
hast
borne
Thy
wandering
steps
;
why
London
late
hath
seen
(
Thy
lov'd
,
thy
last
retreat
)
desponding
Care
O'ercloud
thy
brow
:
O
listen
,
while
the
Muse
,
Th'
immortal
progeny
of
Jove
,
unfolds
The
fatal
cause
.
What
time
in
Nysa's
cave
Th'
Ethereal
Train
,
in
honour
to
thy
sire
,
Shower'd
on
thy
birth
their
blended
gifts
,
the
Power
Of
War
was
absent
;
hence
,
unbless'd
by
Mars
,
Thy
sons
relinquish'd
arms
,
on
other
arts
Intent
,
and
still
to
mercenary
hands
The
sword
entrusting
,
vainly
deem'd
,
that
wealth
Could
purchase
lasting
safety
,
and
protect
Unwarlike
Freedom
;
hence
the
Alps
in
vain
Were
pass'd
,
their
long
impenetrable
snows
And
dreary
torrents
;
swoln
with
Roman
dead
,
Astonish'd
Trebia
,
Trasimenus
lacus
,
and
Cannae
,
famous
for
the
victories
gained
by
Annibal
over
the
Romans
.
Trebia
overflow'd
its
banks
In
vain
,
and
deep-dy'd
Trasimenus
roll'd
Its
crimson
waters
;
Cannae's
signal
day
The
rame
alone
of
great
Amilcar's
son
Enlarg'd
,
while
still
undisciplin'd
,
dismay'd
,
Her
head
commercial
Carthage
bow'd
at
last
To
military
Rome
:
th'
unalter'd
will
Of
heaven
in
every
climate
hath
ordain'd
,
And
every
age
,
that
empire
shall
attend
The
sword
,
and
steel
shall
ever
conquer
gold
.
Then
from
thy
sufferings
learn
;
th'
auspicious
hour
Now
smiles
;
our
wary
magistrates
have
arm'd
Our
hands
;
thou
,
Goddess
,
animate
our
breasts
To
cast
inglorious
indolence
aside
,
That
once
again
,
in
bright
battalions
rang'd
,
Our
thousands
and
ten
thousands
may
be
seen
Their
country's
only
rampart
,
and
the
dread
Of
wild
Ambition
.
Mark
the
Swedish
hind
;
He
,
on
his
native
soil
should
danger
lour
,
Soon
from
the
entrails
of
the
dusky
mine
Would
rise
to
arms
;
and
other
fields
and
chiefs
With
Helsingburg
Helsingburg
,
a
small
town
in
Schonen
,
celebrated
for
the
victory
,
which
Count
Steinboch
gain'd
over
the
Danes
with
an
army
,
for
the
most
part
composed
of
Swedish
peasants
,
who
had
never
seen
an
enemy
before
:
it
is
remarkable
,
that
the
deseated
troops
were
as
compleat
a
body
of
re
gular
forces
as
any
in
all
Europe
.
and
Steinboch
soon
would
share
The
admiration
of
the
northern
world
:
Helvetia's
hills
behold
,
th'
aërial
seat
Of
long-supported
Liberty
,
who
thence
,
Securely
resting
on
her
faithful
shield
,
The
warrior's
corselet
flaming
on
her
breast
,
Looks
down
with
scorn
on
spacious
realms
,
which
groan
In
servitude
around
her
,
and
,
her
sword
With
dauntless
skill
high
brandishing
,
defies
The
Austrian
eagle
,
and
imperious
Gaul
:
And
O
could
those
ill-fated
shades
arise
Whose
valiant
ranks
along
th'
ensanguin'd
dust
Of
The
London
train'd-bands
,
and
auxiliary
regiments
.
(
of
whose
inex
perience
of
danger
.
or
any
kind
of
service
,
beyond
the
easy
practice
of
their
postures
in
the
Artillery-Ground
,
had
till
then
too
cheap
an
estimation
)
be
haved
themselves
to
wonder
;
and
were
,
in
truth
,
the
preservation
of
that
army
that
day
.
For
they
stood
as
a
bulwark
and
rampire
to
defend
the
rest
;
and
when
their
wings
of
horse
were
scattered
and
dispersed
,
kept
their
ground
so
steadily
,
that
though
Prince
Rupert
himself
led
up
the
choice
horse
to
charge
them
,
and
endured
the
storm
of
small-shot
,
he
could
make
no
impression
on
their
stand
of
pikes
;
but
was
forced
to
wheel
about
.
Clarend
.
book
7.
pag.
347.
Newbury
lay
crouded
,
they
could
tell
,
How
their
long-matchless
cavalry
,
so
oft
O'er
hills
of
slain
by
ardent
Rupert
led
,
Whose
dreaded
standard
Victory
had
wav'd
,
Till
then
triumphant
,
there
with
noblest
blood
From
their
gor'd
squadrons
dy'd
the
restive
spear
Of
London's
firm
militia
,
and
resign'd
The
well-disputed
field
;
then
,
Goddess
,
say
,
Shall
we
be
now
more
timid
,
when
behold
,
The
blackning
storm
now
gathers
round
our
heads
,
And
England's
angry
Genius
sounds
to
arms
?
For
thee
,
remember
,
is
the
banner
spread
;
The
naval
tower
to
vindicate
thy
rights
Will
sweep
the
curling
foam
;
the
thundring
bomb
Will
roar
,
and
startle
in
the
deepest
grots
Old
Nereus'
daughters
;
with
combustion
stor'd
For
thee
our
dire
volcano's
of
the
main
,
Impregnated
with
horror
,
soon
will
pour
Their
flaming
ruin
round
each
hostile
fleet
:
Thou
then
,
great
Goddess
,
summon
all
thy
powers
,
Arm
all
thy
sons
,
thy
vassals
,
every
heart
Inflame
:
and
you
,
ye
fear-disclaiming
race
,
Ye
mariners
of
Britain
,
chosen
train
Of
Liberty
and
Commerce
,
now
no
more
Secrete
your
generous
valour
;
hear
the
call
Of
injur'd
Albion
;
to
her
foes
present
Those
daring
bosoms
,
which
alike
disdain
The
death-disploding
cannon
,
and
the
rage
Of
warring
tempests
,
mingling
in
their
strife
The
seas
and
clouds
:
though
long
in
silence
hush'd
Hath
slept
the
British
thunder
;
though
the
pride
Of
weak
Iberia
hath
forgot
the
roar
;
Soon
shall
her
ancient
terrors
be
recall'd
,
When
your
victorious
shouts
affright
her
shores
:
None
now
ignobly
will
your
warmth
restrain
,
Nor
hazard
more
indignant
Valour's
curse
,
Their
country's
wrath
,
and
Time's
eternal
scorn
;
Then
bid
the
Furies
of
Bellona
wake
,
And
silver-mantled
Peace
with
welcome
steps
Anon
shall
visit
your
triumphant
isle
.
And
that
perpetual
safety
may
possess
Our
joyous
fields
,
thou
,
Genius
,
who
presid'st
O'er
this
illustrious
city
,
teach
her
sons
To
wield
the
noble
instruments
of
war
;
And
let
the
great
example
soon
extend
Through
every
province
,
till
Britannia
sees
Her
docile
millions
fill
the
martial
plain
.
Then
,
whatsoe'er
our
terrors
now
suggest
Of
desolation
and
th'
invading
sword
;
Though
with
his
massy
trident
Neptune
heav'd
A
new-born
isthmus
from
the
British
deep
,
And
to
its
parent
continent
rejoin'd
Our
chalky
shore
;
though
Mahomet
could
league
His
powerful
crescent
with
the
hostile
Gaul
,
And
that
new
Cyrus
of
the
conquer'd
East
,
Who
now
in
trembling
vassalage
unites
The
Ganges
and
Euphrates
,
could
advance
With
his
auxiliar
host
;
our
warlike
youth
With
If
the
computation
,
which
allots
near
two
millions
of
fighting
men
to
this
kingdom
may
be
relied
on
;
it
is
not
easy
to
conceive
,
how
the
united
force
of
the
whole
world
could
assemble
together
,
and
subsist
in
an
enemy's
country
greater
numbers
,
than
they
would
find
opposed
to
them
here
.
equal
numbers
,
and
with
keener
zeal
For
children
,
parents
,
friends
,
for
England
fir'd
,
Her
fertile
glebe
,
her
wealthy
towns
,
her
laws
,
Her
liberty
,
her
honour
,
should
sustain
The
dreadful
onset
,
and
resistless
break
Th'
immense
array
;
thus
ev'n
the
lightest
thought
E'er
to
invade
Britannia's
calm
repose
Must
die
the
moment
,
that
auspicious
Mars
Her
sons
shall
bless
with
discipline
and
arms
;
That
exil'd
race
,
in
superstition
nurs'd
,
The
servile
pupils
of
tyrannic
Rome
,
With
distant
gaze
despairing
shall
behold
The
guarded
splendors
of
Britannia's
crown
;
Still
from
their
abdicated
sway
estrang'd
,
With
all
th'
attendance
on
despotic
thrones
,
Priests
,
ignorance
,
and
bonds
;
with
watchful
step
Gigantic
Terror
,
striding
round
our
coast
,
Shall
shake
his
gorgon
aegis
,
and
the
hearts
Of
proudest
kings
appal
;
to
other
shores
Our
angry
fleets
,
when
insolence
and
wrongs
To
arms
awaken
our
vindictive
power
,
Shall
bear
the
hideous
waste
of
ruthless
war
;
But
liberty
,
security
,
and
fame
Shall
dwell
for
ever
on
our
chosen
plains
.