902 ANNUAL REGISTER, 1804 



No : tread the path which erst your fathers trod : 



The Icarn'd and pious sons of pray'r 

 From foes protert, with gratclul care, — 



Foes to your King, your Country, and your God ! 



Shall we, whom Wedlock's bands entwine, 



With dastard souls our wives resign ; 



While Love and Honour " blow War's blast;" 

 And Memory lives to paint endearments past? 

 ]Vo: tread the path which erst your fathers trod: 



Guard female worth, and female charms. 



Guard wedded love, from foes in arms : — 

 Foes to your King, your Country, and your God ! 



Shall we, who've fondly watch'd each grace 

 Thatseem'd to mark our infant race. 

 Now prematurely fix their doom, 



While murderous rites pollute the victim's tomb ? 



No : tread the path which erst your fathers trod : 



Like them th' ensanguin'd battle dare : 

 The foes nor child nor matron spare : 



Foes to your King, your Country, and your God . 



The trumpet sounds ! Ye British host, 

 On British ground defend your coast : 

 In every clime you 've tam'd their pride. 



When Kings their rulers— Sanctity their guide ! 



Now tread the path wTiich erst your fathers trod : 

 United brave the impending storm ! 

 One dreadful phalanx, Britons, form: 



Friends to your King, your Country, and your God . 



EPODE 



On the Siege of Acre, and British Triumphs in tJie Edit. 

 By Mr. Bowles. 



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FLY, son of Terror, fly ! 

 Back o'er the burning desert he is fled J 

 In heaps the gory dead 



Gash'd in the trenches lie! 

 His dazzling fdes no more 

 Flash on the Syrian sands. 

 As when from Egypt's ravag'd shore, 

 Aloft their gleaming falchions swinging, 

 Aloud their victor.pa>ans singing ^ *=' 



