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That still their monarch's heart may feel How sweet affections grateful zeal Still kindle with the patriot flame, And "glory in a Briton's name!" O name! by deeds emblazon'd high, O name! exalted to the sky, O name! ennobled by the free! Thou sacred sovereign! worthy thee!

Then wake, fairest Albion! awake to rejoice, To the Pæan of rapture attuning thy voice, And suspending thy war-song awhile! Thou hast mourn'd for the great, thou hast wept o'er the brave, Thou hast bent in despair o'er the Patriot's grave; But now from thy bosom repressing the sigh, Dispelling the tear from thy sun-darting eye, Let ecstacy dawn in thy smile!

Yet the storm is around thee, the hurricane roars; But Freedom and Loyalty dwell on thy shores, Defending a Monarch ador'd!