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 Or on the listed plain, or wintry seas. Mild are thy glories too, as o'er the plans Of thriving peace thy thoughtful fires preside; In genius, and substantial learning, high; For every virtue, every worth, renown'd; Sincere, plain-hearted, hospitable, kind; Yet like the mustering thunder when provok'd. The dread of tyrants, and the sole resource Of those that under grim oppression groan.

many! thine, In whom the splendor of heroic war, And more heroic peace, when govern'd well. Combine; whose hallow'd name the Virtues saint, And his own Muses love; the best of Kings! With him thy and thy  shine, Names dear to fame; the first who deep impress'd On haughty Gaul the terror of thy arms, That awes her genius still. In Statesmen thou, And Patriots fertile. Thine a steady , Who, with a generous tho' mistaken zeal, Withstood a brutal tyrant's useful rage, Like firm, like  just, Like rigid nobly poor. A dauntless soul erect, who smil'd on death. Frugal, and wise, a is thine; A, who made thee mistress of the deep, And bore thy name in thunder round the world. Then flam'd thy spirit high: but who can speak The numerous worthies of the ? In mark their every glory mix'd,, the scourge of Spain! whose breast with all The sage, the patriot, and the hero burn'd. Nor sunk his vigour, when a coward-reign The warrior fettered, and at last resign'd, To