Big with the Fate of  he renews
His dreadful Course, and the proud Foe pursues:
Amidst the sultry Gales his Temples beat,
Infected by the burning Scorpion's Heat,
'Till on the Borders of the  he finds
Defensive Shadows, and refreshing Winds:
Our  Youth, with in-born Freedom bold,
Unnumber'd Scenes of Servitude behold,
Nations of Slaves, with Tyranny debas'd,
(Their Maker's Image more than half defac'd)
Hourly instructed, as they urge their Toil,
To prize their QUEEN, and love their Native Soil.