SPOKEN [AT LONDON] BY MR. SPARKS1
In ancient times, when Britain's trade was arms,
And the loved music of her youth, alarms;
A god-like race sustained fair England's fame:
Who has not heard of gallant Percy's name?
Ay, and of Douglas? Such illustrious foes 5 In rival Rome and Carthage never rose!
From age to age bright shone the British fire,
And every hero was a hero's sire.
When powerful fate decreed one warrior's doom,
Up sprung the phœnix from his parent's tomb. 10 But whilst these generous rivals fought and fell, These generous rivals loved each other well:
Though many a bloody field was lost and won,
Nothing in hate, in honor all was done.
When Percy, wronged, defied his prince or peers, 15 Fast came the Douglas, with his Scottish spears; And, when proud Douglas made his king his foe,
For Douglas, Percy bent his English bow.
Expelled their native homes by adverse fate,
They knocked alternate at each other's gate: 20 Then blazed the castle, at the midnight hour, For him whose arms had shook its firmest tow'r.
This night a Douglas your protection claims;
A wife! a mother! Pity's softest names:
The story of her woes indulgent hear, 25 And grant your suppliant all she begs, a tear. In confidence she begs; and hopes to find
Each English breast, like noble Percy's, kind.