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A sceptre guarded by the pow'rs above,
Guarded by honour, loyalty, and love!
By the kind Sov'reign willing realms obey,
By Cæsar's gentle and paternal sway!
Let him embark, and quit the Gallic sands
With all his barb'rous and ferocious bands;
With all his abject and submissive slaves,–
The sport of war, of whirlwinds, and of waves.
Ev'n now I hear the dreadful cannons roar,
And bursting bombs resound from shore to shore;
I see the combat,–ocean stain'd with blood,
And vanquish'd Gauls beneath the whelming flood.
I see their leaders shrink with sudden dread
Amid their crimes, and mingle with the dead;
