PiO E Toney. 
Arrest the fury of his naval war, 
When Glory shines the leading star 5 
Still higher deeds the lay recording claim, 
Still rise Britannia’s sons to more exalted fame, 
The fervid source of heat and light, 
Descending through the western skies, 
Though veil’d awhile from mortal sight, 
Emerging soon with golden beam shall rise, 
In orient climes with brighter radiance shine, 
And sow th’ ethereal plains with flame divine. 
So, damp’d by Peace’s transient smile, 
If Britain’s glory seem to fade awhile, 
Yet, when occasion’s kindling rays 
Relumine valour’s gen’rous blaze, 
Higher the radiant flames aspire, : 
And shine with clearer light, and glow with fiercer fire. 
From Europe’s shores th’ insidious train, 
Eluding Britain’s watchful eye, 
Rapid across th’ Atlantic fly 
To Isles that stud the western main 5 
There proud their conqu’ring banners seem to rise, - 
And fann’d by shadowy triumphs, flout the skies : 
But, lo! th’ avenging Pow’r appears, 
His victor flag immortal Nelson rears ; 
' Swift as the raven’s ominous race, 
Fly the strong eagle o’er th’ ethereal space, 
The Gallic barks the billowy deep divide, 
Their conquests lost in air, o’erwhelm’d in shame their pride. 
The hour of vengeance comes—by Gades’ tow’rs, 
By high Trafalgar’s ever-trophied shore, ; 
The godlike warrior on the adverse Pow’rs 
Leads his resistless fleet with daring prore. 
Terrific as th’ electric bolt that flies 
With fatalshock athwart the thund’ring skies, 
By the mysterious will of Heaven 
On man’s presuming offspring driven, 
Full on the seatter’d foe he hurls his fires, 
Performs the dread behest, and in the flash expires— 
But not his fame—While chiefs who bleed 
For sacred duty’s holy meed, 
With glory’s amaranthine wreath, 
By weeping Veitory crown’d in death, 
3U4 
1031 
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