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Ah, no! from clime to clime, with ruthless train, Has war still ravag'd o'er the blasted plain! His lofty banner to the winds unfurl'd, And swept the storm of vengeance o'er the world!

Yet, oh! stern GOD! if ever conscious right, If ever justice arm'd thee for the fight; If e'er fair truth approv'd thy dread career, Smil'd on thy track and curb'd thy deathful spear; Now may the generous heart exulting see, Those righteous powers in amity with thee! For never, never, in a holier cause, Nor sanction'd e'er by purer, nobler laws; Has Albion seiz'd the sabre and the shield, Or rush'd impetuous to th' ensanguin'd field!

Oh! when that cause triumphant shall prevail, And Freedom's foes her ark no more assail; Then might thy smile, sweet Peace! thy angel-form, Beam thro' the clouds, and tranquillize the storm!