Still does the trumpet's brazen throat Pour forth a martial sound, Still do the notes of battle float In warlike clangour round; Nor rural pipe, nor past'ral lay, In peaceful descant hail the day To grateful Britain ever dear; The thunder of embattled plains, The shouting Conquest's choral strains; Burst on the listening ear.
Yet, while Bellona's iron car Whirls o'er th'ensanguined plains, 'Mid Hyperborean climes afar Stern War terrific reigns; While, with colossal power endow'd The ruthless minister of blood Calls to his scatter'd naval host, Go forth and bid the bolts of fate On Britain's trembling harbours wait, Shut commerce from her coast;
Behold, the sovereign Queen of Isles, The Empress of the Waves, Meeting the vaunt with scornful smiles, The empty menace braves; And see, on Plata's sea-broad stream Her banners wave, her bright arms gleam;
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Publication information:
Book title: The Poets Laureate.
Contributors: Kenneth Hopkins - Author.
Publisher: Library Publishers.
Place of publication: New York.
Publication year: 1955.
Page number: 243.
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