O Ye brave  in whom we still may find
A Love of Virtue, Freedom, and Mankind,
Go forth — in Majesty of Woe array'd,
See, at your feet Your COUNTRY kneels for aid,
And, (many of her children traitors grown,)
Kneels to those Sons She still can call her own,
Seeming to breathe her last in ev'ry breath,
She kneels for Freedom, or She begs for Death —
Fly then, each duteous Son, each English Chief,
And to your drooping Parent bring relief.
Go forth — nor let the Siren voice of ease
Tempt Ye to sleep, whilst tempests swell the seas;
Go forth — nor let Hypocrisy, whose tongue
With many a fair, false, fatal art is hung,
Like Bethel's fawning Prophet, cross your way,
When your great Errand brooks not of delay;
Nor let vain Fear, who cries to all She meets,
Trembling and pale — A Lion in the streets —
Damp your free Spirits; let not threats affright,
Nor Bribes corrupt, nor Flatteries delight.
Be as One Man — CONCORD success ensures —
There's not an English heart but what is Your's.
Go forth — and VIRTUE, ever in your sight,
Shall be your guide by day, your guard by night —
Go forth — the Champions of your native land,
And may the battle prosper in your hand —
It may, it Must — Ye cannot be withstood —
Be your Hearts honest, as your Cause is good.