Sonnet

ho' manly ardour in thy bosom glows While Freedom's banners wave on Gallia's plain, While Freedom's clarion sounds th' inspiring strain, And millions, starting from a base repose, Sweep from their sickening land the oppressive woes Of Slavery's gloomy desolating reign; And fiercely bursting from the despot's chain Dash from the haughty throne their tyrant foes; Amidst the tempest's howl and wild uproar Ere yet the shatter'd nation sinks to rest, Cast a fond look on Britain's peaceful shore Nor chace her blessings from thy kindling breast Here soft Affection spreads her grateful store, And Friendship calls thee where no storms molest.