I.
Whither is Europe’s ancient spirit fled?
Where are those valiant tenants of her shore,
Who from the warrior bow the strong dart sped,
Or with firm hand the rapid pole-ax bore?
Freeman and soldier was their common name.
Who late with reapers to the furrow came,
Now in the front of battle charg’d the foe:
Who taught the steer the wintry plough to indure,
Now in full councils check’d incroaching power,
And gave the guardian laws their majesty to know.
II.
But who are ye? from Ebro’s loitering sons
To Tiber’s pageants, to the sports of Seine;
From Rhine’s frail palaces to Danube’s thrones
And cities looking on the Cimbric main,
Ye lost, ye self-deserted? whose proud lords
Have baffled your tame hands, and given your swords
To slavish ruffians, hir’d for their command:
These, at some greedy monk’s or harlot’s nod,
See rifled nations crouch beneath their rod:
These are the public will, the reason of the land.
III.
Thou, heedless Albion, what, alas, the while
Dost thou presume? O inexpert in arms,
Yet vain of freedom, how dost thou beguile,
With dreams of hope, these near and loud alarms?
Thy splendid home, thy plan of laws renown’d,
The praise and envy of the nations round,
What care hast thou to guard from fortune’s sway?
Amid the storms of war, how soon may all
The lofty pile from its foundations fall,
Of ages the proud toil, the ruin of a day!
IV.
No: thou art rich, thy streams and fertile vales
Add industry’s wise gifts to nature’s store:
And every port is crouded with thy sails,
And every wave throws treasure on thy shore.
What boots it? If luxurious plenty charm
Thy selfish heart from glory, if thy arm
Shrink at the frowns of danger and of pain,
Those gifts, that treasure is no longer thine.
Oh rather far be poor. Thy gold will shine
Tempting the eye of force, and deck thee to thy bane.
V.
But what hath force or war to do with thee?
Girt by the azure tide and thron’d sublime
Amid thy floating bulwarks, thou canst see,
With scorn, the fury of each hostile clime
Dash’d ere it reach thee. Sacred from the foe
Are thy fair fields. athwart thy guardian prow
No bold invader’s foot shall tempt the strand-
Yet say, my country, will the waves and wind
Obey thee? Hast thou all thy hopes resign’d
To the sky’s fickle faith? the pilot’s wavering hand?
VI.
For oh may neither fear nor stronger love
(Love, by thy virtuous princes nobly won)
Thee, last of many wretched nations, move,
With mighty armies station’d round the throne
To trust thy safety. Then, farewell the claims
Of freedom! Her proud records to the flames
Then bear, an offering at ambition’s shrine;
Whate’er thy ancient patriots dar’d demand
From furious John’s, or faithless Charles’s hand,
Or what great William seal’d for his adopted line.
VII.
But if thy sons be worthy of their name,
If liberal laws with liberal hearts they prize,
Let them from conquest, and from servile shame
In war’s glad school their own protectors rise.
Ye chiefly, heirs of Albion’s cultur’d plains,
Ye leaders of her bold and faithful swains,
Now not unequal to your birth be found:
The public voice bids arm your rural state,
Paternal hamlets for your ensigns wait,
And grange and fold prepare to pour their youth around.
VIII.
Why are ye tardy? what inglorious care
Detains you from their head, your native post?
Who most their country’s fame and fortune share,
‘Tis theirs to share her toils, her perils most.
Each man his task in social life sustains.
With partial labours, with domestic gains
Let others dwell: to you indulgent heaven
By counsel and by arms the public cause
To serve for public love and love’s applause,
The first imployment far, the noblest hire, hath given.
IX.
Have ye not heard of Laced
(Mark Akenside)
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