PO ‘Edi nay. 
Bids, through a night of clouds, the fleet advance, 
And hostile fires illume the gay expanse. 
In vain their broken line their Gauls oppose, 
While, as the furious conflict fiercer glows, 
The British cannon raising, tier o’er tier, 
Flame on their van, and thunder on their rear. 
Wild as the whirlwinds, that impetuous sweep 
The raging surface of the troubled deep ; 
The Gallic vessels o’er the surge are toss’d, 
Or swell the pomp of Britain’s viétor host! 
?Twas then, from heav’n, the brilliant deed to crown, 
Britannia’s angel rush’d in lightning down; 
From France her naval wreath for ever tore, 
And stamp’d to dust, on Biscay’s stormy shore ! 
If, urg’d by rage, and furious from despair, 
Again her bafiled fleets the ocean dare, ) 
Terrific Neptune, on thy billowy field, 
The lion Howe shall British vengeance wield ; 
Or Rodney, dreadful in her kindled ire, 
Rain on those fleets a storm of liquid fire. 
While far remote, in India’s sultry sky, 
Cornwallis bids her flag thiumphant fly ; 
And, by her Barrington resistless hurl’d, 
Albion’s deep thunder shakes the western world. 
Sublimely thron’d on Vincent’s rocky height, 
Hark! Glory, from her shrine of circling light, 
‘Loud hails her Jervis, on th’ Iberian main, 
Resistless bursting thro’ the line of Spain ! 
Ardent to gain the wreath that Russel crown’d, 
And brave Boscawen’s vet’ran temples bound, 
Reckless of storms, behold intrepid Hood, 
Plough, with unwearied toil, the briny flood ; 
In ali her ports the skulking foe he braves, 
And burns to plunge him in the whelming waves. 
Last, but not humblest, on the roll of fame, 
With nerve of adamant, with soul of flame, 
See fearless Duncan, ranging urdismay’d, 
Belgium’s dire shore, with death and peril spread, 
And rush, regardless of impending doom, 
Where ev’ry billow yawns—a wat’ry tomb ! 
Tho’ ruin hover in a thousand forms, 
Resolv’d Batavia’s marshall’d fleet he storms ; 
Tremendous on the foe his vengeance falls, 
And thick around descend the rattling balls. 
Retreat is vain ; behind the breakers roar, 
While Britain’s pei thunders urge before ; 
3N2 
91S 
Ths 
