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 Enormous rocks on rocks, in ever wild Posture of falling ; as when Pelion rear'd On Ossa, and on Ossa's tottering head Woody Olympus, by the angry gods Precipitate on earth were doomed to fall. At length, thro' every tempest, as some branch Which from a poplar falls into a loud Impetuous cataract, tho' deep immers'd, Yet re-ascends, and glides, on lake or stream, Smooth thro' the valleys ; so his way be won To the serene Pacific, flood immense ! And rear'd his lofty masts, and spread his sails. Then Paita's walls, in wasting flames involv'd, His vengeance felt, and fair occasion gave To show humanity and continence, To Scipio's not inferior. Then was left No corner of the globe secure to Pride And Violence, altho' the far-stretch'd coast Of Chili, and Peru, and Mexico, Arm'd in their evil cause ; tho' fell Disease, Un'bating Labour, tedious Time, conspir'd, And Heat inclement, to unnerve his force ; Tho' that wide sea, which spreads o'er half the world, Deny'd all hospitable land or port ; Where, seasons voyaging, no road he found To moor, no bottom in th' abyss whereon To drop the fastening anchor ; tho' his brave Companions ceas'd, subdu'd by toil extreme ; Tho' solitary left in Tinian's seas, Where never was before the dreaded sound Of Britain's thunder heard ; his wave-worn bark Met, fought the proud Iberian, and o'ercame. So fare it ever with our country's foes ! Rejoice, ye Nations ! vindicate the sway