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HEAR ye the blast, 2 ee sullen roar 
Burst dreadful from the angry skies ? 
Saw ye against the craggy shore 
The waves in wild contention rise ?— 
On the high cliff’s embattl’d brow 
The castle’s ruin’d tow? rs lie low, 
And, as the corn-van’s winnowing sail 
Drives the loose chaff before the gale, 
The winds in giddy eddies sweep 
The scatter’d navy o'er the deep—_ 
Yet harmless as the halcyon breeze 
That gently lifts the sammer seas, 
The tempest breaks on Albion's coast, 
Its strength controul’d, its fury lost; 
Down on the surge she looks with danntless face, 
And sees it idly lash her white cliffs rocky base. 
Not more secure her rocky shores 
Defy the rude wind’s stormy host ; 
Not with more idle vengeance roars 
The billow ’gainst Britannia’s coast, 
Than her firm breast, by virtue arm’d, 
By glory’s purest radiance warm’d, 
Defies loud Discord’s rising sound, 
And mocks the tumult raging round ; 
For Freedom o’er her favour’d head 
Her adamantine shield has spread, 
And looking far, with brow serene, 
Beyond Europa’s troubl’d scene, 
On distant climes her cares display 
Her guardian power’s celestial ray: 
The sacred beam till sultry Afric see 
Burst Siavery’s galling yoke, and boast her sons are free. 
Freedom on this congenial shore 
Her holy temple rear’d of yore. 
Tho’ Faction to its solid base 
Has oft apply'd his iron mace ; 
Tho’ Tyranny’s gigantic powers 
ft try’d to shake its massy towers, 
' Cemented firm with patriot blood, 
Thro’ many an age, unhurt, the mighty frame has stood ; 
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