England’s red path of victory!
Is not her sword unmatch’d in might?
Her course a torrent in the fight?
The terror of her name gone forth
Wide o’er the regions of the north?
Far hence, midst other heaths and snows,
Must freedom’s footstep now repose.
And thou—in lofty dreams elate,
Enthusiast! strive no more with Fate!
’Tis vain—the land is lost and won: