Tho’ many a hand may well portray,
The rushing War’s infuriate shock,
Proud Calpe bids thee, Wright, display
The Terrors of her blazing Rock;
The burning hulks of baffled Spain,
From thee she claims, nor claims in vain,
Thou mighty master of the mimic Flame,
Whose Peerless Pencil, with peculiar aim,
Has formed of lasting Fire the basis of thy Fame.
Just is thy praise, thy Country’s voice