To warm th’ Insulter’s seas with barb’rous blood,
And interdict his flag from Ocean’s flood?
E’en now far off the sea-cliff, where I sing,
I see, my Country, and my Patriot King!
Your ensign glad the deep. Becalmed and slow
A war-ship rides; while Heaven’s prismatic bow
Uprisen behind her on th’ horizon’s base, }
Shines flushing through the tackle, shrouds, and stays, }
And wraps her giant form in one majestic blaze. }
My soul accepts the omen; Fancy’s eye