Her drooping spirits chear’d, aloft she towres
Born on stiff Pennons, and of Wars alarms,
And Trophies won, in loftiest Numbers sings:
’Tis thou the Hero’s breast to Martial Acts,
And resolution bold, and ardour brave
Excit’st, thou check’st Inglorious lolling ease,
And sluggish minds with gen’rous fires inflam’st,
O thou, that first my quickned Soul engaged,
Still with thy Aid assist me, What is dark
Illumin, What is low raise and support