Nor the long galling yoke of proud Liguria,
Could cruſh into ſubjection. Still unquell'd
They roſe ſuperior, burſtlng from their chains,
And claim'd man's deareſt birthright, Liberty:
And long, thro' many a hard unequal ſtrife
Maintain'd the glorious conflict; long withſtood
With ſingle arm, the whole collected force
Of haughty Genoa, and ambitious Gaul.
And ſhall withſtand it, truſt the faithful Muſe!
It is not in the force of mortal arm,
Scarcely in fate, to bind the ſtruggling ſoul
That gall'd by wanton power, indignant ſwells
Againſt: oppreſſion; breathing great revenge,
Careleſs of life, determin'd to be free.
And ſav'ring heaven approves: for ſee the Man,
Born to exalt his own, and give mankind
A glimpſe of higher natures: juſt, as great;
The ſoul of council, and the nerve of war;
