“ T' attone the sex, and sooth this mournful hour!”
For ev'ry virtue fam'd, ye British fair,
Can ye this foul reproach unheedful bear?
O rise auspicious, lead the liberal train,
That aims to shake oppression's iron reign.
A nation's councils oft your pow'r obey;
The wars of nations own your sovereign sway.
In soft humanity's congenial course,
Your kindling charms will claim resistless force:
When Beauty lifts the eye in misery's cause,