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Sound thy clarion thro' the air. Bid thy ardent sons be there! Be their watch-word in the fight, "Brunswick and Albion! Liberty and Right!!!"

With thee be Fortitude, whose awful mien, Tow'rs in the blast, collected and serene! Queen of the cliff! thy look sublimely braves Fate's wint'ry blast, affliction's mountain-waves; Thy lofty heart, secure in ten-fold mail, Misfortune's arrows may in vain assail! 'Tis thine unchang'd, to meet, with proud disdain, The spectre-forms of danger and of pain! In glory's track undaunted to proceed, To smile and suffer—to exult—and bleed! Derive new spirit from the tempest rude, And rise august—exalted—unsubdu'd!

And thou, fair Loyalty! be still enshrin'd In every manly heart, each-patriot-mind: