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406 You saw how near we were to ruin brought, You saw th' impetuous torrent rolling on; And timely on the coming danger thought, Which we could neither obviate nor shun. Britannia stripp'd of her sole guard, the laws, Ready to fall Rome's bloody sacrifice; You straight stepp'd in, and from the monster's jaws Did bravely snatch the lovely, helpless prize. Nor this is all; as glorious is the care To preserve conquests, as at first to gain: In this your virtue claims a double share, Which, what it bravely won, does well maintain. Your arm has now your rightful title show'd, An arm on which all Europe's hopes depend, To which they look as to some guardian God, That must their doubtful liberty defend. Amaz'd, thy action at the Boyne we see! When Schomberg started at the vast design: The boundless glory all redounds to thee, Th' impulse, the fight, th' event, were wholly thine. The brave attempt does all our foes disarm; You need but now give orders and command, Your name shall the remaining work perform, And spare the labour of your conquering hand. France does in vain her feeble arts apply, To interrupt the fortune of your course: Your influence does the vain attacks defy Of secret malice, or of open force. Boldly