CANTO III.
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On then; Run; Fly; immortal Honour calls,
And Consecrates the Man who bravely falls.
So shall the Prelate see with wondring Joy,
Your Vengeance swift as your Affront can fly.
This said; the Warring Goddess takes her Flight,
Plung'd in a sudden Stream of blazing Light;
Restoring to each Breast their Martial Heat,
Fills with Herself the bold Triumvirate.
So when the rescu'd Danube, Rhine and Scheld
Immortal Churchill, Thee in Arms beheld;
The Face of War soon took a brighter Turn;
And fainting Squadrons with new Vigour burn:
Thy Courage, like the Universal Soul,
Darts thro' the Troops and Animates the Whole.
Victoria yielding to thy Stronger Charms,
Caress'd thy Standard and Embrac'd thy Arms.
Asham'd