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And come! ye forms of towering mien, In graceful dignity serene; Ye fearless guardians of the state, Superior to the storms of fate! And round the British throne attending, Its arms, its fame, its cause defending; There, firm in faith, united stand, Invincible, immortal band!

Thou, Freedom! with the lightning-eye, Th' intrepid look, the Lion-heart; Be there! unfurl thy flag on high, And all thy mounting soul impart! And bid thy living flame expand, Warm, bright, ethereal, o'er the land.— Rise, Freedom! rise, with all thy fires, When Britain's throne thine aid requires; Come! in thy proud, refulgent car, Whose beam is Albion's guiding star;