First tried the steps of arbitrary power,
Thy foresight then the Continent alarm'd;
Thy gallant temper ev'ry bosom warm'd.
And now, when Britain's mercenary bands
Bombard our cities, desolate our lands
(Our prayers unanswer'd, and our tears in vain),
While foreign cut-throats crowd the ensanguined plain,
Thy glowing virtue caught the glorious flame,
And first renounced the cruel tyrant's name!
With just disdain, and most becoming pride,