JAMAICA. 



Of cruel woes ; fave thy victorious hand, 



Long fam'd in war, from Gallia's hoftile land ; 



And wreaths of frefh renown, with generous zeal. 



Had freely turn'd, to prop our finking weal. 



Form'd as thou art, to ferve Britannia'' s crown. 



While Scotia claims thee for her darling fon ; 



Oh ! heft of heroes, ableft to fuftain 



A falling people, and relax their chain. 



Long as this ifle (hall grace the Weftern deep. 



From age to age, thy fame (hall never fleep. 



Thee, her dread vi(flor Guadaloupe fhall own, 



Crufht by thy arm, her llaughter'd chiefs bemoan ; 



View their proud tents all level'd in the dull:. 



And, while (he grieves, confefs the caufe was jufl. 



The golden Iris the fad fcene will (hare. 



Will mourn her banners fcatter'd in the air ; 



Lament her vanquifht troops with many a (igh. 



Nor lefs to fee her towns in ruin lie. 



Fa v' rite of M(?r J / believe, th' attempt were vain^ 



It is not mine to try the arduous drain. 



What ! (hall an JEthiop touch the martial firing. 



Of battles, leaders, great atchievements fing? 



Ah no! Minerva, with th' indignant AW, 



Reftrainhim, and forbid the bold defign. 



To a Buchanan does the theme belong; 



A theme, that well deferves Buchanan's fong». 



'Tls he, (hould fwell the din of war's alarms. 



Record thee great in council, as in arms ; 



Recite each conqueft by thy valour won. 



And equal thee to great Pekides' fon. 



That bard, his country's ornament and pridcj 



Who e'en with Maro might the bays divide i 



Far worthier he, thy glories to rehearfe. 



And pairrt thy deeds in his immortal verfe. 



We live, alas! where the bright god of day. 



Full from the zenith whirls his torrid ray: 



Beneath the rage of his confuming fires, 



All fancy melts, all eloquence expires. 



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