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ANNUS MIRABILIS:
75.
Then, to the rest, Rejoyce, (said he,) to day,
In you the Fortune of Great Britain lies:
Among so brave a people, you are they,
Whom Heav'n has chose to fight for such a Prize.

76.
If number English courages could quell,
We should at first have shun'd, not met, our Foes;
Whose numerous Sails the fearful only tell:
Courage from hearts, and not from numbers grows.

77.
He said; nor needed more to say: with hast
To their known Stations chearfully they go:
And all at once, disdaining to be last,
Solicite every Gale to meet the Foe.

78.
Nor did th'encouraged Belgians long delay,
But, bold in others, not themselves, they stood:
So thick, our navy scarce could steer their way,
But seem'd to wander in a moving wood.

79. Our