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CANTO VI.
N the Long Tfle, where lofty forefts grow, Where the fall -tide in mighty torrents flow; There Britain's navy formM in proud array. The troops pour forth, in tinfel trappings gay; 'Twas then Columbia's chief prepar'd to meet Th' powerful force, emerging from the fleet. On his fole arm his country's fate did ftand. The ruler he, and leader of each band : Belov'd by all — rever'd throughout the hofl, The foldier's pride, Columbia's greateft boafl:!— His name founds dreadful to vmdidive North, Who hates the man, but dill reveres his worth.
From rank to rank the hero movd along; Here gallant Hu?nphreys charm'd the lift'ning throHg! Sweetly he fung amidl'i the clang of arms — His numbers fmooth, replete with winning charms! In him there (hone a great and god-like mind! — The poet's wreath around the laurel twin'd. Sterling in fearch of fame, in arms appear'd, And Sullivan in even balance fleer'd : IVajfie, like a comet blaz'd along the field. With ardour fought — unknowing hov/ to y\dd 1
Each army now, in firm battalia flood. Eager to baihe their hands in hoflile blood!— - The caufe they fight for, animates them high; Thole war for honour, thefefor liberty. Dread preparation of approaching vv^ar. As the loud thunder threatens from afar! Creation trembles at the dreadful found, And men and ftceds fail prollrate on the ground! The guilty wretch, fwift flies before the florm; Makes hafty vows his condud to reform;
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