Bend from the blissful seats to virtue given—
Avert your long-defended country’s doom.
Earth from her utmost bounds shall wondering tell
How victory’s meed ye gained, or conquering fell;
Britain’s dread thunders bore from pole to pole,
Wherever man is found, or refluent oceans roll.
S. 4.
Names embalmed in honour’s shrine,
Sacred to immortal praise,
Patterns of glory, born to shine