Page:AlmadaHill.djvu/44

 And patriot Heroes, in the Elysian bowers Shall hail Braganza: of the fairest flowers Of Helicon, entwined with laurel leaves From Maxen field, the deathless wreath he weaves; Anxious alone, nor be his vows in vain! That long his toil unfinished may remain!


 * The view how grateful to the liberal mind,

Whose glow of heart embraces human kindhuman-kind [sic], To see a nation rise! But ah, my friend, How dire the pangs to mark our own descend! With ample powers from ruin still to save, Yet as a vessel on the furious wave, Through sunken rocks and rav'nous whirlpools tost, Each power to save in counter-action lost, Where, while combining storms the decks o'erwhelm, Timidity slow falters at the helm, The crew, in mutiny, from every mast Tearing its strength, and yielding to the blast; By