Britannia! in this latest deep distress,
Napoleon's fate thou now mayest surely bless,
Attest thy greatness to a fallen foe,
And make thy fame sublime o'er all below.
Lo! on yon dreary isle, yon desolate rock,
That quails beneath old ocean's ceaseless shock—
Where flaming suns and sudden ruins combine,
Fo waste and wreck the human form divine—
Where man cut off from all most dear to man,
Makes hopeless exile, happy if he can:—