He steeled the blunt Batavian's arms

To burst the Iberian's double chain;

And cities reared, and planted farms,

Won from the skirts of Neptune's wide domain.

He, with the generous rustics, sate,

On Uri's rocks in close divan;'

And winged that arrow sure as fate,

Which ascertained the sacred rights of man.

STROPHE.

Arabia's scorching sands he crossed,

Where blasted nature pants supine,
Conductor of her tribes adust,

To Freedom's adamantine shrine;

Line 2d, The Low Countries were not only oppressed by grievous taxations, but likewise threatened with the establishment of the Inquisition, when the Seven Provinces revolted, and shook off the yoke of Spain.

Line 6th, Alluding to the known story of William Tell and his associates, the fathers and founders of the confederacy of the Swiss Cantons.

Line 9th, The Arabs, rather than resign their independen

And many a Tartar hord forlorn, aghast !

He snatched from under fell Oppression's wing;
And taught, amidst the dreary waste,

The all-cheering hymns of liberty to sing.

He virtue finds, like precious ore,

Diffused through every baser mould;

Even now he stands on Calvi's rocky shore,
And turns the dross of Corsica to gold':

He, guardian genius, taught my youth

`Pomp's tinsel livery to despise:

My lips by him chastised to truth,

Ne'er paid that homage which my heart denies.

cy, have often abandoned their habitations, and encountered all the horrors of the desert.

Line 1st, From the tyranny of Jenghis Khan, Timur-Bec, and other eastern conquerors, whole tribes of Tartars were used to fly into the remoter wastes of Cathay, where no army could follow them.

Line 8th, The noble stand made by Paschal Paoli and his associates against the usurpations of the French king, must endear them to all the sons of liberty and independence.

ANTISTROPHE.

Those sculptured halls my feet shall never tread,
Where varnished vice and vanity combined,
To dazzle and seduce, their banners spread,
And forge vile shackles for the free-born mind.
While Insolence his wrinkled front uprears,

And all the flowers of spurious fancy blow;
And Title his ill-woven chaplet wears,

Full often wreathed around the miscreant's brow;
Where ever-dimpling falsehood pert and vain,
Presents her cup of stale profession's froth;
And pale disease, with all his bloated train,

Torments the sons of gluttony and sloth.

STROPHE.

In Fortune's car behold that minion ride,
With either India's glittering spoils opprest,
So moves the sumpter-mule, in harnessed pride,
That bears the treasure which he cannot taste.

For him let venal bards disgrace the bay,

And hireling minstrels wake the tinkling string;
Her sensual snares let faithless pleasure lay,
And jingling bells fantastic folly ring:
Disquiet, doubt, and dread, shall intervene ;
And nature, still to all her feelings just,
In vengeance hang a damp on every scene,
Shook from the baleful pinions of disgust.

ANTISTROPHE.

Nature I'll court in her sequestered haunts,
By mountain, meadow, streamlet, grove, or cell;
Where the poised lark his evening ditty chaunts,
And health, and peace, and contemplation dwell.
There, study shall with solitude recline;

And friendship pledge me to his fellow-swains;
And toil and temperance sedately twine
The slender cord that fluttering life sustains;
And fearless poverty shall guard the door,
And taste unspoiled the frugal table spread,

And industry supply the humble store,
And sleep unbribed his dews refreshing shed;
White-mantled innocence, ethereal sprite,

Shall chase far off the goblins of the night;
And Independence o'er the day preside,
Propitious power! my patron and my pride.