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ODE THE SECOND:
IN WHICH IS
THE SAILOR'S PRAYER BEFORE ENGAGEMENT,
formd the bolt, ordaind to break
Gaul's haughty plan, and Bourbon shake; If Britain's crimes support not Britain's foes, And edge their fwords: 0 power
divine ! If blest by Thee the bold design, Embattled hosts a single arm o'erthrows.
Ye warlike dead, who fell of old
In Britain's cause, by fame enroll'd In deathless annal! deathless deeds in pire;
From oozy beds, for Britain's fake,
Awake, illustrious chiefs ! awake;
Our worth to weigh, our hearts to prove,
Or firm to stand its final blow,
When vital streams of blood shall flow, And turn to crimson the discolour'd main;
That day 's arriv'd, that fatal hour!..
“ Hear us, O hear, Almighty Power ! “ Our guide in counsel, and our strength in fight!
“ Now war's important die is thrown,
* If left the day to man alone,
“And deep remorse, and fighs sincere
“ A wrath, more formidable far
“ Than angry nature's wasteful war,
“ To Thee, at nature's helm on high! 56 Steer thou our conduct, dread Omnipotence!
" To Thee for succour we resort ;
“ Thy favour is our only port;
" And, not unheard, thy boon implore ! Thy throne our bursts of cannon loud invoke:
or Thou canst arrest the flying ball;
6. Or send it back and bid it fall “ On those, from whose proud deck the thunder broke.
Q4 VIII. - Britain,
“ To climes * remote, for aids in war; “ Still farther must it stretch to crush the foe;
“ There's one alliance, one alone,
“ Can crown her arms, or fix her throne ; « And that alliance is not found below.
« We learn obedience from the sea; « With seas, and winds, henceforth, thy laws fulfil:
" "Tis Thine our blood to freeze, or warm;
“ To rouze, or hush, the martial storm ;, « And turn the tide of conquest, at thy will.
“ Or quench the glories of a crown; “ 'Tis Thine to doom, 'tis Thine from death to free;
" To turn aside his level'd dart,
“ Or pluck it from the bleeding heart:" There we cast anchor, we confide in Thee.
“ And streaming † lights nocturnal pour " Of frightful aspect! when proud foes invade,
“ Their blafted pride with dread to seize,
“ Bid Britain's flags, as meteors, blaze; « And George depute to thunder in thy stead.
XII. « The * Ruilia. † Aurora Borealis.
6 The right alone is bold and strong;
« Black, hovering clouds appall the wrong « With dread of vengeance: nature's awful fire !
“ Less than one moment shouldlt Thou frowns,
" Where is puissance and renown?
« Thou, who durit curb the rebel main,
“ Bid George repel a bolder tide,
“ The boundless swell of Gallic pride; “ And check ambition's overwhelming wave.
“ Ambition, tam'd by loss of blood,
“ Let peace descend, and fhouting greet,
“ With peals of joy, Britannia's fleet, « How richly freighted ! It, triumphant, brings « The poise of kingdoms, and the fate of kings."