b& iiliinANOfiR Af?U HIS WHQS, 58 



Silver and gems, spoil of our conqu'ring force, 

 Shall deck thy curb, now hid by dirt and rust j 



Neigh, then, with pride, my ever-faithfiil horse, 

 And kings and nations trample in the dust I 



Dull Peace h?s fled — advance, ye northern bands, — 



Europe has lost her ancient firm ramparts ; 

 Come, then, with treasure fill my eager hands. 



And rest thee in the city of the arts. 

 Twice hast thou wash'd in the Seine's winding course 



Thy blood-stain'd hoofs, and wilt again, I trust } 

 Neigh, then, with pride, my ever-faithful horse, 



And kings and nations trample in the dust ! 



Nobles and princes, plung'd into disasters 



By suffering subjects, whom they seek to enchain, 

 Are willing now that we should be their masters — 



Pieas'd to be serfs, so they as tyrants reign. 

 I seize my lance — the sceptre and the cross 



Their rights divine to my rude hands entrust; 

 Neigh, then, with pride, my ever-faithful horse, 



And kings and nations trample in the dust ! 



Of a vast form I see the shade immense, 



Ilis glance our bivouac fires arrest ; 

 " Again," he cries, " my reign shall recommence;" 



And with his axe he points towards the west. 

 The modern Huns his wishes shall enforce, — 



Att'la to us his vengeance doth entrust ; — 

 Neigh, then, with pride, my ever-faithful horse, 



And kings and nations trample in the dust ! 



That glory — fame of which Europe's so proud, — 

 Her learning, — science will defend her well ! 



'Twill vanish all, lost in the fearful cloud 



Rais'd by thy hoofs our dread approach to tell ! 



Destroy, destroy, in this, thy frightful course. 

 Palaces, cities, — the wicked and the just! 



Neigh, then, with pride, my ever-faithful horse. 



And kings and nations trample in the dust! 



We cannot conclude without observing, that if the reader will glance 

 again at the third verse of the last song, and will then reflect on the 

 honours paid m England, at the close of the last war, to the leaders of 

 these filthy savages, he will wonder at the infatuation of his countrymen 

 at that period, and will be thankful that reason at length begins to dawn. 



Edward Baingbk. 



