III.

_Rosbach!_ thy plain the VICTOR owns! 'Twas fill'd with shrieks and dying groans, And mangled limbs and shatter'd bones-- In heaps they lay! The vanquished _Gaul_ as yet bemoans That inauspicious day.

Yea FRED'RICK bent on conquests new, Doth ALEXANDER-like pursue, As if the world he would subdue-- Undaunted prince! That thou 'rt a _Hero_ great and true Each action doth evince.

_Silesia_ first demands relief, His losses there augment his grief; Thitherward the _Prussians_ and their CHIEF, To BEVERN'S aid Make hasty marches; and in brief Their parts they nobly play'd.

See! see! the godlike MAN proceed! And vet'ran bands to battle lead, Inur'd to toil, and warlike deed, A hardy race! Such troops are princes' friends indeed, And do their LEADER grace.