The mortal Genius of battle rose,
And call’d Despair and Death to lead her host along.
STROPHE II.
O, Muse divine! whene’er thy strain
Devotes the tyrant head to shame,
The Patriot Virtues brighten in thy train;
And Glory hears the loud appeal;
And thou, unconquerable flame,
First-born of ancient Freedom, Public Zeal:
Thou in the dark and dreary hour