Classic Poem

I.

A RISE , arise great Dead for Arms renown'd,
Rise from your Urns, and save your Dying story,
Your Deeds will be in Dark Oblivion Drown'd
For Mighty William Seizes all your Glory.

II.

Again the British Trumpet Sounds,
Again Britannia Bleeds;
To Glorious Death, or comely Wounds,
Her Godlike Monarch Leads.

III.

Pay us, kind Fate, the Debt you Owe,
Celestial Minds from Clay untye;
Let Coward Spirits dwell below,
And only give the Brave to Die.