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(8) Ye natives of Britain, how happy your fate now, Unknown to you the ravages of Spain; How many this poor Maniac's tale could relate now, Whoſe dear boſom friend's have been rank'd 'mongſt the ſlain: But happy ſecure, while thy ſon's are repelling The foe from afar off thy much-eſteem'd dwelling; To thee, war is juſt like the ſtorm's diſtant yelling Far from the Iſland that ſits in the ſea.