But, conscious how unequal is the strain, Ask English candour for an English muse. And say, ye Criticks, whence that angry frown? My little volume why so soon throw down? What tho' no learning dignify the lay, No strokes of art a master's hand display, One modest grace attends on ev'ry line; In one fair view e'en my attempts may shine: That, wanting all the meaner helps of art, Warm and direct it comes from a right English heart. Lives there the man, so despicably tame, Whose heart ne'er bounded at its Country's name? Caitiff! whom ne'er the patriot's ardour warm'd, Go, cull the flow'r which WASHINGTON has rear'd! In conscious pride round KOSCIUSKO's tomb! Still shoots its buds on LUSITANIA's shore! Go, view-and, if thy cheek can harbour shame, Oh blush to view-the growth of Spanish fame: Mark bold IBERIA's sons still dare the field, ་ Grasp still the patriot lance, still rear the patriot shield; Bid Gaul's proud Tyrant cease his haughty tone, And tremble on his blood-cemented throne! Nor, chosen Leader of th' intrepid band Didst teach the foe what Tyrolese could do, Now let the Muse from foreign themes desist; BRITANNIA Summons to her glorious list! And, as she turns Fate's gloomy volume o'er For MARLB'ROUGHS, CLINTONS, ELLIOTTS, now no more, Surveys with all the mother's painful pride The spots on which a WOLFE, a MOORE have died! Where Gallia's vaunted Legion* long shall tell How, crown'd with conquest, ABERCROMBIE fell! Now bids her for a lost CORNWALLIS mourn; Now twines a pious wreath round matchless NELSON'S urn! But see! to chase the unavailing tears, A brighter soul-enliv'ning scene appears: * Appropriately styled by the French "The Invincible!” Alike in Honour's foremost ranks enroll'd, The Soldier vain of many an honest scar: On ev'ry side, lo! youthful heroes rise: See future WARRENS, DUCKWORTHS brave the main; Lo! MAIDA's hero points to Glory's way! The zeal of BERESFORD, and GRAHAM's fire. |