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Thou art like a tall column, unmoulder'd by time, That rises 'midst ruins, imperial, sublime, So firm is thy rock-pillar'd throne!

Yet the storm is around thee, the hurricane roars; But valor and loyalty dwell on thy shores, And long may the guardians remain! Firm, ardent, intrepid, oh! long may they stand, The sabre of justice and truth in their hand: Then the fire-flag of rapine may blaze thro' the air, The torch of invasion, a comet, may glare, And the war-tempest threaten—in vain!

O Monarch of Albion! ador'd by the free! O temple of Liberty! queen of the sea! What Briton but worships your name? And where is the spirit that burns not with pride, For a country to freedom, to glory allied? And who would not kindle, exulting in death, And triumph, and glow, in resigning his breath, For a King, for a land, so exalted in fame?