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468 Look to the Baltic—blazing from afar,

Your old Ally yet mourns perfidious war.

Not to such deeds did Pallas lend her aid,

Or break the compact which herself had made;

Far from such counsels, from the faithless field

She fled—but left behind her Gorgon shield;

A fatal gift that turned your friends to stone,

And left lost Albion hated and alone.

"Look to the East, where Ganges' swarthy race

Shall shake your tyrant empire to its base;