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 Thus the wild hurricane's impetuous force With dark destruction marks its whelming course, Despoils the woodland's pomp, the blooming plain, Death on its pinion, vengeance in its train! —Rise, Freedom, rise! and, breaking from thy trance, Wave the dread banner, seize the glittering lance! With arm of might assert thy sacred cause, And call thy champions to defend thy laws! How long shall tyrant power her throne maintain? How long shall despots and usurpers reign? Is honour's lofty soul for ever fled! Is virtue lost? is martial ardour dead! Is there no heart where worth and valour dwell, No patriot, no undaunted ? Yes, Freedom! yes! thy sons, a noble band, Around thy banner, firm, exulting stand; Once more, 'tis thine, invincible to wield The beamy spear and adamantine shield! Again thy cheek with proud resentment glows, Again thy lion-glance appals thy foes; Thy kindling eye-beam darts unconquer'd fires, Thy look sublime the warrior's heart inspires; And, while to guard thy standard and thy right, Castilians rush, intrepid, to the fight, Lo! Britain's generous host their aid supply, Resolved for thee to triumph or to die; And Glory smiles to see Iberia's name Enroll'd with Albion's in the book of fame!