The National Register. — London, England, 1814-01-16 00:00:00

THE NITIONAL REGISTEAL_ r, 44 CA RM EN I'Rl UMPILi LP, FOll Till: COMMENCEMENT OF THE YEAR, 1814, ry ROBERT 901M1 EY, ESQ. POET 1.M.11:1 AT. In happy boor (loth lit receive The laurel, mei d fahro:;s bards of 3ot e. Which Dryden and di% hier eipeneer wore, Ii; happy boor, well may he rejoice, • Whose emit, st task nitit he To rabic the eNtiltant 'spoil for victory, And joio a olltion',: joy with harp and voice, Poorio. , the strait, of triumph ori the %vim!, Cilory to God, his soug—Deliveranco for Mahlind! Wake, lute and harp ! My sold take up the strain ! t 'dory to God ! Deliverance for Mat knot ! Joy-- for all natioo%, joy ! but most 14/1 - thcc Who has so nobly fit thy part asAgiid, 0 En2tami : O my glorious native land! For thou in evil days didst stand Agaiwt leagued Eitripe all in anus aria)'d, Sintzle and undismay'd, Thy hiipc in heaven and in thine own right hand. Now are thy virtuous ctforts overpaid, Thy generous councils now their guerdou find, — Glory to God ! Deliverance tin Mankind Dread was the strife, for mighty was the foe AVIIo Auttulit with his whole strength thy overthrow. The nations howl before him ; some M War SMidigrd. some yielded to stiperior art ; Snlniss, they followed- his victorious car. Their Kings, like Satraps, waited round Ins throne; For Britain's ruin and their own By Corce or frond in monstrous league combined. • Moue in that disastrous hour Britain stood firm and bray'd his power : Alone she fought the battles of IVlankind. 0 tirtne, which above all former fame, Exalts her venerable name !. 0 joy ofjoy; for every British breast ! That with !bat mighty peril frill in view, The Queen ni t )eeau to herself was true ! That no weak heart, no atojcet mind possess 9 firr councils, to abase her lofty crest, — Then had she souk in everlastiag shame, — But ready still to succour the oppres-'4, }ler red cross floated on the waves ntifurrd, Offering redemption to the groaning world. First from hi 3 trance the hercic Spaniard woke; ilis chains he broke, And casting off his neck the treacherous yoke, Ile caird on England, on his generous foe: For weil he knew that whet esoe'er Wise policy prevai I'd, or bra v: despair, Thither would liritain's succours flow. Her anti be: present thile. Then too regenerate P. , ttugal th-play'd 11cr ancient virtue, dormant all.too-long, Rising against iiitolcrlhiv wvotig, On England, On hir aid The faithful ra IA in her distress : well that id I ally the call obey'd, Wtdl was hcr faithful friendship dolt repaid. Say fr ,, in thy trophied field how well Viimera! rocky Douro tell; _ .anti thou, ifte•aco, on whose sacred height The a-ttinislic,i Ca; those thunders shook hip cell, join'd hi% prayerS the fervour of the fiAt Tear witness those old towers, where many a day Waiting with fnesight calm the fitting honr, The Wellesley, gaining strength from wise delay, DeCted the Ty r:Nt's undivided power. Swore not the bolstfol Frenchman in his might, ILO the sea to drive his Wand.fue? "l'ant4 and Zezere in night Ye saw the baffled ruffian take his flight ! Onoro's %pings, he saw his overthrtivy ve • . • . 111 , . 1, 46 Lord of Congnest, heir of Fame, From rescued Portugal he came. Rodrigo's walls in vain oppose ; In vain thy bulwarks, Badajoz And Salamanca's heights proclaim. The conqueror's praise, the Wellesley's name. had the sun stood still that hour, When Marmont and his broken power - Fled from their fields of ShiPlit! Spain felt dim' all her MAWS the electric blow Cadiz in peace expands her gates vgain; And &fig, who to - bondage long resigned, Flow'd mournfully along the silent plain ; Into her joyful bosom uncontin'ti. Receives once more the tieusures of the inain-s The fame or that victorious fight • Reviv'd the spirit of the farthest North ; A n d E ng l a nd aw.picions hour put forth Her wi n unshackled might. With her in many a field approv'd, The Lnsitanian legions inov'd : Nor longer now did grateful Spain Disdain her willing sons to see By England train%) 'to victory. Patient awhile their force the hero nurst, Then like a torrent from the hills by burst. What now shall check the IVellesley, %she') at length o:mard he goes, rejoicing in his strunglii ? From Douro, front CiistiPe o s extended The the, a numerous band, Retire ; amid the heights which overhang Dark Ebro's bed, they thilik to make their stand. He reads their pm pose, and pi events their speed ; And still as they recede, Impetuously he presses on their way ; Till by Vittoria's walls they stood at bay, And drew their battle up in fair array. Vain their at ray, thvir valour vain : There did the practised Frenchman tied A master arm, a master mind! Behold the veteran army driven Like dust before the breath of Heaven, Like leaves before the autumnal wind ! • Now, Britain, now thy brow with Lintels bind ; Raise now the song of joy for roamed Spain ! And Europe, take thou up the awakening strain— Glory to Goo! Deliverance for Mankind! From Spain the living spark went fintli! The flame bath caught, the flame is spr-ad ! It warms,—lt fires the -thrthest North. Behold ! the awaken'd Moscovite Meets the tyrant in his might; The Brandenber.;:, at freedom's call, Rises more glorious foul halo tall ; And Frederic, 'best and greatest of the name, 'l', cads in the path of duty and of fame. See ,Itistria from her trance awake ! The breath of (inn goes forth,—the dry bones shake ! Up Germany !---\%i di all thy nations rise! Lind of the virtnims and the No longer let that free, that mighty mind, Endure its shame ! She rose as from the dead, She bloke her chains 'won the oppresriar's head— Glory to Got) ! Deliverance for Mankind Open thy gates, 0 Hanover di•play Thy loyal banners to the day ; Receive thy old illustrious line once more! Beneath an upstart's yoke oppress'il. Long has it Invii thy fortune to deplore That line, whose fostering and paternal sway So many an age thy grateful children blest. The yoke is broken now 1 a mightier hand Math (lasted—in pieces dasled,—the iron rod. . To meet her Princes, the delivered land Pours her rejoicing multitudes abroad ; The happy bells from every town and tower, Roll their glad peals upon the joyfid wind ; And from their hearts and tongues, with one consent, The high thanksgiving strain to Heaven is sent, — Glory to God Deliverance . for niukind illipik JAN. Ifi•