Poem by Robert Anderson

Britannia’s Call

On a rock Britannia stood,
And thus her warlike sons address'd;
``Shall a despot stain'd with blood,
Warriors brave and free molest?
No! rise to arms, and scorn the vengeful host;
Death waits the foe who dares approach our coast.

``Hark! I hear the mighty dead,
Cressy's fierce and godlike band--''
``By your sires who boldly bled,
Swear to save your native land;
On, on to conquest! glory crowns the brave,
Crush Gallia's tyrant who'd the world enslave!''

``Matchless on the lists of fame,
Vict'ry wreathes the Briton's brow;
Nor shall they who boast the name
To a foreign tyrant bow;
For while his wrath on servile states is hurl'd,
Britain shall rise the envy of the world.''

1. Epitaph on Maria of the Cottage
2. Feckless Wully
3. Mad Margery
4. Song 1. A Lassie and a Gill
5. Epistle the First

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