Will whiten ocean—and, unburied, threat
The pale survivors with a kindred fate!
O ye, whose patriot wisdom still pervades,
A nation's councils, and her vigour aids,
Whose ceaseless vigilance—whose guardian skill
(Earnest to fence from the encroaching ill)
Marks where decay the time-form'd fabric bends;
Props the huge ruin; the rent work defends:
Against misrule, corruption, wrong, provides;
Bulwarks from evil, from disorder guides—