GRAND CHORUS.
Strike!—the God of Conquest sheds
His choicest laurels on our heads:
Mars, with fury-darting eye,
Smooths his brow, and stalks before us;
Leading our triumphant chorus,
Hand in hand, with victory.
And hark! the thund'ring drum, and fife's shrill tone,
With brazen trumpet's clang, proclaim the day our own.
[Huzzas.