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,' 590
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 yours.
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! 600
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Footnotes:
[310] 'B----:' Bute.
[311] 'F----:' Fox.
[312] 'Grafton:' see Junius, _passim_.
[313] 'First:' Lyttelton.
[314] 'Archibald:' Archibald Bower, the infamous author of 'Lives of
the Popes,' patronised at first by Lyttelton, but detected and
exposed by Dr Douglas.
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