From poliſh'd Gallia's ſoft delicious vales,
From the grey reliques of imperial Rome,
From her long galleries of laurel'd ſtone,
Her chiſel'd heroes, and her marble gods,
(Whoſe dumb majeſtic pomp yet awes the world,)
To animated forms of patriot zeal;
Warm in the living majeſty of virtue;
Elate with fearleſs ſpirit; firm; reſolv'd;
By fortune unſubdu'd; unaw'd by power.
How raptur'd fancy burns, while warm in thought
I trace the pidtur'd landſcape; while I kiſs
With pilgrim lips devout, the ſacred ſoil
Stain'd with the blood of heroes. Cyrnus, hail!
Hail to thy rocky, deep indented ſhores,
And pointed cliffs, which hear the chaſing deep
Inceſſant foaming round their ſhaggy ſides.
Hail to thy winding bays, thy ſhelt'ring ports
