XVIII. Yes! still to thee, our Father and our King And where so fervent shall that homage spring That thou art in all things, and all in thec, That in thy wisdom Thou hast caus'd them all to be! 1805. TO RUSSIA. THOU wide-ruling Queen! whose extended domain Encircles the uttermost Pole, Where the storm and the merciless hurricane reign And the thunders incessantly roll; O thou! who for ages in darkness wert lost, Of existence unconscious, and dead to renown, While the souls of thy people were cold as thy frost, Content on the seas of oblivion tost To be drifted inglorious down. Tho' deep were thy slumbers and dark was the night That veil'd thine ineffable blaze, Thou didst burst in an instant, O Russia, to light, And the wide world look'd on with amaze. In splendor majestic, and innocent state, Midst the nations it saw thee triumphantly tow'r, Thou didst mingle thy voice in the awful debate, The weak gather'd under thy wing, and the great Wither'd up at the sight of thy pow'r. Ye men of the desert! Brave sons of the North, Who rush like your wolves to the fight, O stretch the dread arm of your puissance forth From your regions of darkness and ice-fetter'd lands, And your blood shall cry out from the ground. And sweet o'er the moss-cover'd graves of your Shall hymns of thanksgiving arise, And posterity's blessings shall hallow the bed Where the queller of tyranny lies. dead Like the tempest that buffets the mountainous wave Roll dauntlessly on the fair ranks of your pride, Your array the last hope of the long-shackled brave, Your leader the Being who only can save, The Ruler of Battles your guide. 1806. FINIS. Printed by Taylor 5, Lamb's Conduit Passage. |