XLVI.
Oh England! to thyself be true, nor fear
But every hostile voice will soon be dumb.
Smile on majestic ev’n while thou dost hear
O’er subject Ocean roll the doubling drum.
There sleep their wrath, or let the Invader come!
To thee indifferent—thou wilt strike no blow,
Save for such cause as Heaven descendeth from.
Live, Arbitress of Peace and War, that so
All Earth may court thy smile, and dread thee as a foe!