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POETRY. 



CARMEN TRIUMPH ALE, 

 For the Commencement of the Year 1814. 



By Robert Southey, Esq. Poet Laureat. 



I. 



IN happy hour doth he receive 

 The Laurel, meed of famous Bards of yore, 

 Which Dryden and diviner Spenser wore, 

 In happy hour, and v?ell may he rejoice. 

 Whose earliest task must be 

 To raise the exultant hymn for victory, 

 And join a nation's joy with harp and voice, 

 Pouring the strain of triumph on the wind. 

 Glory to God, his song, . . Deliverance for Mankind! 



IL 

 Wake, lute and harp ; My Soul take up the strain ! 



Glory to God ! Deliverance for Mankind ! 

 Joy, . . for all nations joy ! but most for thee 

 Who hast so nobly fiU'd thy part assign'd, 

 O England ! O my glorious native land ! 

 For thou in evil days didst stand 

 Against leagued Europe all in arms array'd, 



Single and undismay'd, 

 Thy hope in Heaven and in thine own right hand. 



Now are thy virtuous efforts overpaid. 

 Thy generous counsels now their guerdon find, . . 

 Glory to God ! Deliverance for Mankind ! 



HL 



Dread was the strife, for mighty was tlie i'oe 

 Who sought with his whole strengtli thy overthrow. 



