II.

“Is then the contest o’er?” we cried, “And lie we at your feet? And dare you vauntingly decide The fortune we shall meet? A brighter day we soon shall see; No more the prospect lours; And Conquest, Peace, and Liberty Shall gild our future hours.”

Yes! we will guard our old renown; Assert our empire o’er the sea; And keep untouch’d our sovereign’s crown, Our ancient laws and liberty.

Not thus the fierce destroyer’s hand Shall scatter ruin o’er this smiling land; No barb’rous force shall here divide its prey; Nor _ransom’d_ ENGLAND bow to _Gallic_ sway.