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We see thy sabre with portentous blaze, Flash o'er the nations, trembling as they gaze; And lo! we hear thine awful voice resound, While fear and wonder faint, thro' empires round: "Realms of the globe, submit! adore my pow'r! Mine the red falchion, practis'd to devour! Mine, dark destruction's torch of lurid light, Mine, her keen scymitar's resistless might! Chiefs! patriots! heroes! kneeling at my shrine, Your arms, your laurels, and your fame, resign! Bend, ye proud isles! my dread behest obey! Yield, prostrate nations! and confess my sway! Lo! the bright ensigns of supreme command, Flame on my brow, and glitter in my hand! Lo! at my throne what vanquish'd myriads wait, My look, decision! and my sceptre, fate! Ye lands, ye monarchs! bow the vassal-knee! World, thou art mine! and I alone am free; For who shall dare, with dauntless heart advance, Rouse my dread arm, and brave my potent lance?"