| | VIII O Britain! dearer far than life is dear, Of all thy progeny Who can forget thy prowess, never more Be that ungrateful Son allowed to hear Thy green leaves rustle or thy torrents roar. | As springs the lion from his den, | 145 | As from a forest-brake Upstarts a glistering snake, The bold Arch-despot re-appeared; - again Wide Europe heaves, impatient to be cast, | With all her armed Powers, | 150 | On that offensive soil, like waves upon a thousand shore. The trumpet blew a universal blast! But Thou art foremost in the field: - there stand: Receive the triumph destined to thy hand! All States have glorified themselves; - their claims | 155 | Are weighed by Providence, in balance even; And now, in preference to the mightiest names, To Thee the exterminating sword is given. Dread mark of approbation, justly gained! | Exalted office, worthily sustained! | 160 | IX Preserve, O Lord! within our hearts The memory of Thy favour, That else insensibly departs, And loses its sweet savour! Lodge it within us! -- as the power of light | 165 | Lives inexhaustibly in precious gems, Fixed on the front of Eastern diadems. So shine our thankfulness for ever bright! What offering, what transcendent monu- ment | Shall our sincerity to Thee present? | 170 | -- Not work of hands; but trophies that may reach To highest Heaven -- the labour of the Soul; That builds, as thy unerring precepts teach, Upon the internal conquests made by each, Her hope of lasting glory for the whole. Yet will not heaven disown nor earth gainsay | 176 | The outward service of this day; Whether the worshippers entreat Forgiveness from God's mercy-seat; Or thanks and praises to His throne ascend | 180 | That He has brought our warfare to an end, And that we need no second victory! --- Ha! what a ghastly sight for man to see; And to the heavenly saints in peace who dwell, | For a brief moment, terrible; | 185 | But, to Thy sovereign penetration, fair, Before whom all things are, that were, All judgments that have been, or e'er shall be; Links in the chain of Thy tranquillity! Along the bosom of this favoured Nation, Breathe Thou, this day, a vital undula- tion! | 191 | Let all who do this land inherit Be conscious of Thy moving spirit! Oh, 'tis a goodly Ordinance, -- the sight, Though sprung from bleeding war, is one of pure delight; | 195 | Bless Thou the hour, or ere the hour arrive, When a whole people shall kneel down in prayer, And, at one moment, in one rapture, strive With lip and heart to tell their gratitude | For Thy protecting care, | 200 | Their solemn joy -- praising the Eternal Lord For tyranny subdued, And for the sway of equity renewed, For liberty confirmed, and peace restored! X But hark -- the summons! -- down the placid lake | 205 | Floats the soft cadence of the church- tower bells; Bright shines the Sun, as if his beams would wake The tender insects sleeping in their cells; Bright shines the Sun -- and not a breeze to shake | 209 | The drops that tip the melting icicles. O, enter now his Temple gate! Inviting words -- perchance already flung (As the crowd press devoutly down the aisle Of some old Minster's venerable pile) From voices into zealous passion stung, While the tubed engine feels the inspiring blast, | 216 | And has begun -- its clouds of sound to cast Forth towards empyreal Heaven, As if the fretted roof were riven. | Us humbler ceremonies now await; | 220 | But in the bosom, with devout respect The banner of our joy we will erect, And strength, of love our souls shall elevate: | For to a few collected in His name, | 224 | Their heavenly Father will incline an ear Gracious to service hallowed by its aim; - Awake! the majesty of God revere! Go -- and with foreheads meekly bowed -263- | |