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’Twas you, oh, Goddess! whisper'd to the throne, To bid your fav'rite fight the gen’ral cause; His parent-king’s, his country’s, and his own, And be—what e’era mighty hero was: Warm’d by your fires, tho bleak the frozen tkies, He quits the arms of eafe, and on to vengeance flies.

Rebellion now precipitates retreat; The Duke’s advances, Treason’s hope confound; Their conscious hearts anticipate defeat, And bears millions in the found: The trait’rous bands to native wilds proceed; But justice can purfue where ever guilt can lead.