Ceaseless hymns of triumph raise!
Scourge of tyrants, let his fame
Live in songs of grateful praise.
Thy turrets, Blenheim,[[265]] glittering to the sun,
Tell of bright fields from warlike Gallia won;
Tell how the mighty monarch mourned in vain
His impious wish the world to chain.
E. 3.
And ye famed heroes, late retired to heaven,
Whose setting glories still the skies illume,