Yet find us fearful shades indeed, inspired by Washington!
Mysterious! unexampled! incomprehensible!
The blundering schemes of Britain, her folly, pride and zeal.
Like lions how they growl and threat, like asses blunder on!
Yet vain are all their efforts still, against our Washington!
Great God! is this the nation, whose arms so oft were hurl’d,
Through Europe, Afric, India? whose Navy rul’d a world!
The lustre of her former deeds, whole ages of renown,
Lost in a moment, or transfer’d, to us and Washington!
Should George, too choice of Britons, to foreign realms apply,