To these Augustan days, when social arts
Refine and meliorate her manly hearts;
From doubtful Arthur—hero of romance,
King of the circled board, the spear, the lance—
To those whose recent trophies grace her shield,
The gallant victors of Vimeira’s field;
Still have her warriors borne th’ unfading crown
And made the British flag the ensign of renown.
Spirit of Alfred! patriot soul sublime!
Thou morning-star of error’s darkest time!