646 ANNUAL REGISTER, 1813. 



Like dust before the breath of Heaven, 



Like leaves before the autumnal wind! 

 Now Britain, now thy brow with laurels bind; 



Raise now the song of joy for rescued Spain ! 

 And Europe, take thou up the awakening strain — 



Glory to God ! Deliverance for Mankind ! 



XVL 



From Spain the living spark went forth : 

 The flame hath caught, the flame hath spread ! 

 It warms — it fires the farthest North. 

 Behold ! the awaken'd Moscovite 

 Meets the tyrant in his might ; 

 The Brandenburg, at Freedom's call. 

 Rises more glorious from his fall ; 

 And Frederic, best and greatest of the name, 



Treads in the path of duty and of fame. 

 See Austria from her painful trance awake ! 

 The breath of God goes forth— the dry bones shake ! 

 Up Germany ! with all thy nations rise ! 



Land of the virtuous and the wise, 

 No longer let that free, that mighty mind. 

 Endure its shame ! She rose as from tlie dead, 

 She broke her chains upon the Oppressor's head — 

 Glory to God ! Deliverance for Mankind ! 



xvn. 



Open thy gates, O Hanover ! display 

 Thy loyal banners to the day; 

 Receive thy old illustrious line once more ! 



Beneath an upstart's yoke oppress'd, 

 Long has it been thy fortune to deplore 

 That line, whose fostering and paternal sway 

 So many an age thy grateful children blest. 

 The yoke is broken now ! — a mightier hand 

 Hath dash'd— in pieces dash'd — the iron rod. 

 To meet her Princes, the delivered land 

 Pours her rejoicing multitudes abroad ; 

 The happy bells from every town and tower, 

 Roll their glad peals upon the joyful wind ; 

 And from all hearts and tongues, with one consent, 

 The high thanksgiving strain to Heaven it sent,— 

 Glory to God ! Deliverance for Mankind? 



XVHL 



Egmont and Horn, heard ye that holy cry. 

 Martyrs of Freedom, from your seats in heaven ; 



