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VI.

None, British-born, will fure difdain

This new, bold, moral, patriot strain, Though not with genius, with fome virtue crown'd; (How vain the Mufe!) the lay may last,

Thus twin'd around the British Mast, The British Maft, with nobler laurels bound!

VII.

Weak ivy curls round naval oak,

And fmiles at wind and storm unbroke;
By ftrength not hers fublime: thus, proud to foar,
To Britain's grandeur cleaves my ftrain;
And lives, and echoes through the plain,
While o'er the billow Britain's thunders roar.
VIII.

Be dumb, ye groveling Sons of Verse,
Who fing not actions, but rebearfe,
And fool the Muse with impotent desire;
Ye facrilegious! who prefume

To tarnish Britain's naval bloom,
Sing Britain's fame, with all her Hero's fire.

THE CHORUS.

"YE Syrens, fing; ye Tritons, blow; "Ye Nereids, dance; ye Billows, flow; "Roll to my measures, O ye Starry Throng! "Ye Winds! in concert breathe around; "Ye Navies! to the concert bound

"From Pole to Pole; to Britain all belong; "Britain to Heaven; from Heaven defcends my song.

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