Classic Poem

Warm'd by thy breath, that fire shall yet return,
For Thee, for Glory, ev'ry bosom burn;
Her trampled rights thy injur'd Isle shall claim,
And prove her birth-right from the rolls of Fame;
Abash'd by thee, intestine feuds expire,
And healing Concord social love inspire;
While that insidious Pow'r, whose faithless word
Wounds, with her follies, keener than her sword,
Shall with her motley crew be aliens far,
And feel the scourges of vindictive war.