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Hence, avaunt! ye savage train,
And hear the cannon's roar; Unknown the godlike virtue how to yield To Cressy's or to Blenheim's deathful field; Begone, and sate your Pagan thirst of blood; Edward, fell homicide, awaits you there, And Anna's hero, both unskill'd to spare Whene'er the foe their slaught'ring sword withstood. CA The pious George to white-stol'd Peace alone
His olive sceptre yields, and palm-encircled throne.
Desp❜rate ye withstand,
In Judah's rebel hour,
That o'er her parch'd hills desolation spread,
And heap'd her vales with mountains of the dead.
O'er Schuylkill's cliffs the tempest roars į
Or scares the falcon from the fir-capp'd side
Ah! spare thy subjects' blood, and let them live;
Our tributary breath
Hangs on thine for life or death.
Sweet is the balmy breath of orient morn,
Sweet are the honied treasures of the bee;
But sweeter yet the voice of royal clemency.-
The nations to illumine far and wide,.
His moral sages, all unknown, t' untię
The wily rage of human policy,
Their equal compasses expand,
And mete the globe with philosophic hand.
No partial love of country binds
In selfish chains the lib'ral minds,
O gentle Lansdown! ting'd with thy philanthropy..
Let other monarchs vainly boast
A lengthen❜d line of conquer'd coast,
Brunswick, in more saintlike guise,
A conquest o'er himself, and o'er his progeny.
His be the sceptre wreath'd with many a palm-
By the RIGHT HON. HERVEY REDMOND,
LORD VISCOUNT MOUNTMORRES,
Of Castle Morres, of the Kingdom of Ireland, &c. &a
AWAKE, Hibernian lyre, awake,
O tache their trembling tongue to spake
When George was born
To grace (by deputy) our Irish throne,
Sure now he's aquall'd by himself alone: Throughout th' astonish'd globe so loud his fame shall
The dif themselves shall hare the strains the dumb shall
Sons of Fádruig *, strain your throats,
Whilst we to George's health, a'en till the bowl runs o'er,
Of dithless fame immortal heirs,
Here Sligo's bold brigade advance,
Are scatter'd o'er the warlike plain,
While Tipperary infantry pursues
The Clognikelty horse and Ballyshannon blues.
Ancient Irish name given to St. Patriek.