XXXIV.

“To Albion now Hesperia turns her eyes; Though bloodshot all and weeping, proud her gaze; For still her spirit doth unconquered rise, And still she struggles to the world’s amaze. Swift Albion answers to the call we raise, And sends to aid our arms a gallant host. Around her swords the light triumphant plays Of many a field where perished Gallia’s boast, And see her fleet descend on Lusitania’s coast.