And only sigh for ANARCHY and France.
Yes! unsupported Treason’s standard falls,
Sedition vainly on her children calls,
While Cities, Cottages, and Camps contend,
Their King, their Laws, their Country to defend.[[35]]
Raise, Britain, raise thy sea-encircled head;
Round the wide world behold thy glory spread;
Firm as thy guardian oaks thou still shalt stand,
The dread and wonder of each hostile land;
While the dire fiends of discord idly rave,