KYMBER
:
A
MONODY
.
BY
MR.
POTTER
.
YET
once
more
ye
lov'd
poplars
,
and
once
more
My
silver
Yare
,
your
hallow'd
haunts
I
tread
,
The
bough-inwoven
bank
,
the
damaskt
mead
,
And
seek
the
sweet
shade
of
the
woodbine
bower
,
If
haply
here
the
British
Muse
abide
:
For
not
on
Isis'
academic
side
,
Nor
where
proud
Thamis
rolls
his
royal
waves
Thro'
forest
brown
or
sunny
meadow
fair
,
Her
rapture-breathing
voice
enchants
the
ear
:
Nor
in
those
fields
that
honoured
Camus
laves
;
He
,
reverend
sire
,
the
sacred
groves
beneath
Oft
deckt
with
laureat
wreath
,
Thro'
the
still
valleys
winds
his
pensive
way
Without
the
sweet
note
of
one
warbled
song
;
Save
ever
and
anon
some
plaintive
lay
Pours
its
soft
airs
,
the
rustic
tombs
among
,
To
the
low
winds
that
thro'
his
osiers
breathe
,
And
murmur
to
the
rustling
reeds
beneath
.
Does
she
o'er
Cambria's
rugged
mountains
stray
,
Snowdon's
rude
cliffs
,
or
huge
Plinlimmon's
height
?
Or
in
rough
Conway's
foaming
floods
delight
,
That
down
the
steep
rocks
urge
their
headlong
way
?
There
chaunts
the
raptur'd
bard
in
solemn
strain
Malgo's
strong
lance
,
Cadwallin's
puissant
reign
,
High
deeds
recorded
yet
in
druid
songs
:
Or
swells
his
woe-wild
notes
,
of
power
to
spread
Chill
horror
round
the
ruthless
tyrant's
head
,
For
Urien's
fate
,
for
bleeding
Modred's
wrongs
,
And
smites
the
harp
in
dreadful
harmony
.
Or
does
she
love
to
lie
In
the
mild
shade
of
Hulla's
softer
groves
,
And
twine
the
vermeil
wreath
to
grace
the
youth
,
Whose
rapt
breast
glows
,
as
o'er
the
beach
he
roves
,
Touch'd
with
the
sacred
flame
of
star-bright
truth
;
Whilst
to
her
lore
his
manly
measure
flows
,
"
And
wakes
old
Humber
from
his
deep
repose
.
"
Yet
deign
,
if
not
to
dwell
,
thy
presence
deign
Here
,
heavenly
visitant
;
and
with
thee
bring
The
loftiest
note
that
swell'd
the
sounding
string
,
When
stern
Tyrtaeus
rais'd
the
heroic
strain
;
To
arms
the
warrior
poet
smote
his
lyre
,
And
all
Laconia
caught
the
martial
fire
.
Thee
too
,
harmonious
Maid
,
the
strings
obey
;
Strike
them
,
and
bid
the
inspiring
numbers
slow
,
Bid
Britain's
sons
with
Sparta's
spirit
glow
,
And
rouze
old
Albion
with
thy
awful
lay
.
Thy
lay
shall
well-born
WODEHOUSE
deign
to
hear
,
As
now
with
generous
care
From
Honour's
fount
th'
enlivening
streams
he
brings
To
visit
as
they
flow
,
that
silver
bower
,
Where
the
fair
plant
of
publick
virtue
springs
,
And
breathes
pure
fragrance
from
each
glowing
flower
;
Like
heaven's
own
amarant
th'
immortal
tree
Shoots
,
blooms
,
and
bears
;
the
growth
of
KIMBERLEY
.
Hast
thou
no
verse
then
,
heavenly
Virgin
say
,
By
Truth
attun'd
on
Fancy's
fairy
plain
;
No
solemn
air
,
no
hymn
of
higher
vein
,
To
hail
the
blessed
morn's
auspicious
ray
,
When
,
these
tall
towers
rejoicing
to
behold
,
Forth
walk'd
the
orient
sun
,
array'd
in
gold
,
First
on
their
glittering
tops
t'
impress
his
beams
;
Thence
,
glancing
downwards
,
sparkled
on
the
tide
That
bends
along
yon
hoar
grove's
moss-grown
side
,
And
scattered
crimson
o'er
its
azure
streams
?
The
Naiads
,
hasting
from
their
coral
caves
Beneath
the
chrystal
waves
,
(
In
pearled
braids
their
amber
tresses
bound
)
Thrice
wav'd
their
hands
,
and
hail'd
the
rising
towers
:
The
wood-nymphs
too
,
with
florisht
chaplets
crown'd
,
Forsook
their
groves
,
forsook
their
broidered
bowers
;
And
thrice
their
hands
they
wav'd
,
and
thrice
they
said
,
"
Raise
,
ye
fair
structures
,
raise
your
towery
head
!
"
Next
KYMBER
came
,
slow
winding
o'er
the
lea
,
His
beard
and
sedge-crown'd
locks
all
silver'd
o'er
With
reverend
eld
,
as
winter
breathing
frore
Hangs
on
the
bare
boughs
of
the
spangled
tree
:
His
urn
was
silver
fretted
round
with
gold
,
With
Runic
rhimes
imbost
,
and
figures
old
,
The
illustrious
monuments
of
British
fame
:
Here
stout
Tenantius
draws
his
righteous
sword
To
crush
the
curs'd
rule
of
a
foreign
lord
,
And
spreads
unconquered
Freedom's
sacred
flame
:
There
war-worn
Kymbeline
,
by
victor's
power
Forth
driven
from
princely
bower
,
To
the
thick
shelter
of
these
shades
retir'd
,
Feeding
high
thoughts
and
flames
of
vengeful
war
,
(
Like
a
chac'd
lion
with
fell
fury
fir'd
)
Writhes
on
the
lurking
traitor's
close-couch'd
spear
,
And
bids
the
conscious
grove
,
and
bids
the
plain
,
And
kindred
stream
,
his
honoured
name
retain
.
High
on
her
warlike
car
BONDUCA
stands
,
The
plumed
helmet
glittering
on
her
brow
,
Whilst
loose
in
streams
of
gold
her
tresses
flow
,
The
bow
and
pointed
javelin
grace
her
hands
;
Deliberate
courage
lightens
in
her
eye
,
And
conscious
worth
,
and
inborn
majesty
;
Heroic
empress
!
as
thy
virtues
spread
,
Rome's
ravening
eagle
cow'rs
his
quivering
wings
,
Hope
smiles
,
fair
Liberty
her
blessings
brings
,
And
heaven-born
Glory
rays
thy
sacred
head
.
Grac'd
with
these
sculptur'd
scenes
of
ancient
fame
With
stately
step
he
came
;
Nor
wanted
in
his
way
melodious
sound
From
pipe
or
pastoral
reed
,
or
dulcet
voice
Of
Nymph
or
Naïad
him
enringing
round
,
Or
quiring
birds
that
in
his
shade
rejoice
,
Or
gently
warbling
wind
,
or
water's
fall
Soft
trickling
from
his
urn
in
murmurs
musical
.
Then
on
the
stately
structure's
towery
height
With
conscious
pride
he
fix'd
his
raptur'd
eyes
;
And
as
past
scenes
of
ancient
glory
rise
Arrang'd
on
Fancy's
field
in
order
bright
,
He
paus'd
;
then
graceful
bow'd
his
reverend
head
,
And
thus
in
lofty
strain
due
homage
paid
.
"
Ye
strong-bas'd
battlements
,
ye
gorgeous
walls
,
"
Ye
princely
structures
,
that
with
splendor
crown'd
,
"
Shine
o'er
your
wide
dominion
stretching
round
,
"
To
you
with
friendly
voice
your
KYMBER
calls
,
"
And
bids
you
hail
!
thereto
he
adds
your
name
"
Renown'd
in
ancient
same
,
"
Hail
Wodehouse-tower
!
To
tell
you
with
what
pride
,
"
What
triumph
he
your
glittering
state
surveys
,
"
That
dignifies
his
lilly-silver'd
side
,
"
And
wakes
sweet
memory
of
those
glorious
days
,
"
When
full-plum'd
Victory
wav'd
her
golden
wing
,
"
And
deckt
with
trophies
proud
his
honoured
spring
.
"
Yes
,
KYMBER
!
now
thou
may'st
with
joy
retrace
"
The
long
succession
of
thy
patriot
line
;
"
With
joy
behold
the
unclouded
lustre
shine
"
Which
Virtue
beams
around
her
favour'd
race
.
"
Canst
thou
forget
the
Lord
of
Wodehouse-tower
,
"
Whose
strong
built
bastions
scorn'd
the
Norman's
power
?
"
From
Deva's
banks
(
whose
mystic
waters
glide
"
By
holy
Whitchurch
,
thro'
those
pastur'd
plains
"
Long
since
the
warlike
Talbot's
rich
domains
,
"
When
from
Blackmere
he
brought
his
lovely
bride
,
"
The
fair
L'Estrange
)
thou
saw'st
the
stout
knight
lead
"
To
Silfield's
happier
mead
"
His
Saxon
train
.
There
Beauclerk's
royal
ray
"
Shin'd
on
his
battailous
bold
offspring
,
try'd
"
In
many
a
hard
and
chevalrous
assay
,
"
When
Sir
George
Wodehouse
attended
Henry
I.
on
his
expedition
into
Normandy
,
A.
D.
1104.
Neustria's
fields
with
crimson
gore
he
dy'd
,
"
Spread
vengeful
flames
revolted
Bayeux
round
,
"
And
dash'd
the
rampir'd
pride
of
Caën
to
the
ground
.
"
Oft
as
Britannia's
royal
ensign
wav'd
,
"
And
the
stern
clarion
call'd
in
field
to
fight
,
"
The
warlike
WODEHOUSE
march'd
with
prowest
might
,
"
And
the
rough
front
of
deathful
danger
brav'd
.
"
Let
Bara
tell
,
and
let
Bodotria
tell
,
"
Fort
,
lough
,
and
river
,
mountain
,
wood
,
and
dell
,
"
All
that
from
southern
Eiden's
flowery
lea
"
Reaches
to
bleak
Strathnavern's
northern
strand
,
"
Was
his
sword
sheath'd
,
when
Edward
I.
whom
Sir
Bertram
de
Wodehouse
accompanied
in
his
wars
in
Scotland
.
Edward's
iron
hand
"
Spread
desolation
wide
from
sea
to
sea
?
"
Or
when
the
sable
warrior's
lifted
lance
"
Glar'd
in
the
eyes
of
France
,
"
Was
WODEHOUSE
wanting
to
the
hero's
fame
?
"
Let
Crecy
tell
,
and
Poictiers
purple
plain
,
"
And
captive
Valois'
The
Oriflame
was
a
banner
of
gold
and
flame-colour'd
silk
,
conse
crated
and
kept
in
the
abbey
of
St.
Denys
.
From
the
high
opinion
the
French
had
of
its
virtue
,
it
was
made
the
royal
standard
by
Lewis
VI
.
and
continued
such
till
Charles
VII
.
brought
in
use
the
white
coronet
.
hallowed
oriflame
,
"
His
dreadless
hardiment
let
Two
gallant
commanders
in
the
army
of
Henry
earl
of
Trestamare
,
whom
the
Black
Brince
(
attended
by
the
flower
of
the
English
troops
,
among
whom
was
Sir
William
de
Wodehouse
)
defeated
and
took
pri
soners
on
the
frontiers
of
Castile
,
thereby
restoring
Peter
,
surnamed
the
Cruel
.
Glequin's
chain
"
Record
,
and
brave
Two
gallant
commanders
in
the
army
of
Henry
earl
of
Trestamare
,
whom
the
Black
Brince
(
attended
by
the
flower
of
the
English
troops
,
among
whom
was
Sir
William
de
Wodehouse
)
defeated
and
took
pri
soners
on
the
frontiers
of
Castile
,
thereby
restoring
Peter
,
surnamed
the
Cruel
.
Dandrehen's
froward
fate
,
"
And
poor
Castilia's
tyrant-wielded
state
.
"
Who
has
not
heard
of
Somme's
affrighted
flood
,
"
How
mournfully
his
cumber'd
streams
he
roll'd
"
O'er
shining
hauberks
,
shields
,
and
helms
of
gold
,
"
His
crystal
current
stain'd
with
prince's
blood
,
"
When
daring
Delabreth
in
wanton
pride
"
The
warlike
Henry's
way-worn
troop
defied
?
"
But
all
this
gallant
trim
and
rich
array
"
Lay
soil'd
in
dust
,
when
Bedford's
burnisat
spear
"
Flam'd
in
their
front
,
and
thunder'd
in
their
rear
,
"
And
York's
bright
blade
hew'd
out
his
dreadful
way
.
"
Rouze
,
royal
England
,
rouze
thy
matchless
might
,
"
And
with
a
dragon's
flight
"
Sweep
o'er
th'
ensanguin'd
plains
of
Agincourt
:
"
And
see
thy
WODEHOUSE
,
whose
strong
arm
subdu'd
"
The
ruin'd
bulwarks
of
yon
aged
fort
,
"
His
golden
chevron
charg'd
with
For
this
gallent
action
,
Henry
V.
as
a
perpetual
augmentation
of
honour
,
assigned
him
the
crest
of
an
hand
,
stretched
from
a
cloud
,
holding
a
club
,
and
this
motto
,
FRAPPE
FORTE
:
and
the
savage
,
or
wild
man
,
holding
a
club
,
which
was
the
antient
crest
of
the
family
,
was
now
omitted
,
and
two
of
them
placed
as
supporters
to
the
arms
,
which
had
a
further
augmentation
of
honour
added
in
the
shield
,
viz.
on
the
Chevron
Gutte
de
Sang
,
as
they
are
born
to
this
day
.
drops
of
blood
,
"
Rests
on
the
woodmen
wild
that
bear
his
shield
,
"
And
hails
thee
victor
of
the
well
fought
field
!
"
Can
I
forget
how
blythe
my
eddies
roll'd
"
And
kiss'd
their
crisp'd
banks
,
when
to
Tewksbury's
plain
"
My
gallant
son
led
his
Sir
Edward
Wodehouse
,
who
was
knighted
at
Tewksbury
,
attended
Edward
IV
.
into
the
North
,
with
two
hundred
men
at
arms
,
furnished
at
his
own
charge
;
being
attended
in
his
own
retinue
with
two
dukes
,
seven
earls
,
thirty-one
barons
,
and
fifty-nine
knights
.
heroic
train
,
"
Stout
earls
,
and
princely
dukes
,
and
barons
bold
?
"
Yet
,
ah
for
pity
!
these
fierce
hostings
cease
,
"
That
maiden
blossom
wears
the
badge
of
peace
,
"
And
will
you
dye
her
white
leaves
red
in
blood
?
"
But
if
your
flaming
courage
pricks
you
forth
,
"
See
where
the
prowling
pilferers
of
the
North
"
With
inroad
foul
o'er
Tine's
forbidden
flood
"
Rush
from
their
bleak
hills
,
lur'd
with
scent
of
prey
:
"
Brook
they
your
firm
array
?
"
Far
humbler
thoughts
on
Eske's
embattail'd
banks
"
They
learn'd
,
as
Somerset's
victorious
spear
"
With
foul
disorder
broke
their
bleeding
ranks
:
"
Whilst
vengeful
Sir
William
de
Wodehouse
was
vice-admiral
of
the
English
fleet
,
and
knighted
for
his
noble
service
in
the
battle
of
Musselborough
,
where
his
elder
brother
Thomas
was
killed
,
A.
D.
1547.
Wodehouse
taught
their
proud
hearts
fear
,
"
And
bade
his
thunders
tell
them
,
as
they
fled
,
"
The
brother
triumphs
where
the
brother
bled
.
"
But
not
on
camps
and
fighting
fields
alone
"
My
glory
rests
;
when
turtle-pennon'd
Peace
"
Hush'd
War's
harsh
roar
,
and
bade
his
fury
cease
,
"
In
these
lov'd
shades
her
softest
lustre
shone
.
"
Here
heaven-rapt
Piety
delights
to
dwell
,
"
Train'd
in
Sir
William
de
Wod
house
founded
the
monastry
at
Flitcham
,
and
made
a
cell
to
Walsingham
,
about
the
year
1260.
monastic
Flitcham's
holy
cell
;
"
Here
plants
her
palm
,
whose
hallowed
branches
spread
"
O'er
towered
Roger
de
Wodehouse
,
a
younger
brother
,
was
dean
,
or
rather
arch
deacon
,
of
Richmond
,
and
chaplain
to
Edward
II
.
Richmond's
consecrated
shrine
,
"
And
form'd
the
only
wreath
e'er
taught
to
twine
"
Round
desolate
Caernarvon's
hapless
head
.
See
note
(
e
)
relating
to
the
crest
and
atchievement
of
the
family
:
the
impress
on
the
shield
is
AGINCOURT
.
"
E'en
that
strong
arm
,
which
stretching
from
a
cloud
"
Crests
the
atchievement
proud
"
Imprest
with
Agincourt's
emblazon'd
name
,
"
Among
his
laurels
wove
this
sacred
bough
,
"
Ennobling
valour
with
Devotion's
flame
,
"
He
obtained
licence
of
Henry
V.
to
found
a
chauntry
priest
to
sing
for
the
souls
of
that
prince
,
and
his
queen
,
of
his
beloved
esquire
John
Wodehouse
,
and
his
wife
,
their
ancestors
,
and
posterity
,
in
the
cathedral
church
of
Norwich
.
And
taught
the
warbled
orison
to
flow
,
"
As
'midst
the
taper'd
choir
the
solemn
priest
"
Chaunts
to
the
victor
saint
high
heaven's
eternal
rest
.
"
Here
the
firm
guardians
of
the
publick
weal
,
"
Inspir'd
with
Freedom's
heaven-descended
flame
,
"
Rose
nobly
faithful
to
their
country's
fame
;
"
This
family
has
served
with
an
inviolable
integrity
in
twenty-seven
parliaments
;
in
sixteen
of
which
they
have
been
returned
for
the
county
of
Norfolk
.
In
frequent
senates
pour'd
their
ardent
zeal
,
"
Dash'd
the
base
bribe
from
curs'd
Corruption's
hand
,
"
And
sav'd
from
scepter'd
Pride
the
sinking
land
.
"
Or
,
Sir
Thomas
Wodehouse
,
knight
of
the
Bath
,
was
sent
ambassador
into
France
by
Henry
VII
.
Another
Sir
Thomas
was
sent
into
France
,
Spain
,
and
Italy
,
to
qualify
himself
for
the
highest
employments
,
by
Henry
,
son
to
James
I.
prompt
to
answer
bleeding
Europe's
call
,
"
To
distant
realms
bore
Britain's
high
behest
,
"
Bade
the
sword
sleep
,
gave
gasping
nations
rest
,
"
And
taught
the
doubtful
balance
where
to
fall
.
"
But
in
the
softer
hour
of
social
joy
,
"
When
ceas'd
the
high
employ
,
"
These
woodland
walks
,
these
tufted
dales
among
"
The
silver-sounding
Muses
built
their
bower
,
"
Made
vocal
with
the
lute
attemper'd
song
;
"
Whilst
blooming
Courtesy's
gold-spangled
flower
,
"
Cull'd
by
the
Graces
,
spread
its
brightest
glow
"
To
deck
unswerving
Honour's
manly
brow
.
"
And
you
,
age-honoured
oaks
!
whose
solemn
shades
"
Inviron
this
fair
mansion
,
proudly
stand
"
The
sacred
The
oaks
upon
the
hill
,
where
the
house
now
stands
,
were
planted
in
honour
of
queen
Elizabeth
,
the
day
she
was
at
Kymberley
,
A.
D.
1578.
nourslings
of
Eliza's
hand
,
"
When
she
with
sovereign
glory
grac'd
your
glades
,
"
And
pleas'd
beheld
her
Thomas
Wodehouse
,
who
was
killed
at
Musselborough
,
married
a
Shelton
,
whose
mother
was
a
Boleyn
.
Boleyn's
kindred
line
"
Ennobled
with
your
trophied
honours
shine
.
"
Spring
crestless
cravens
from
such
roots
as
these
?
"
Ask
the
pale
Sir
Philip
Wodehouse
served
queen
Elizabeth
both
by
sea
and
land
,
at
home
,
in
Portugal
,
and
in
Spain
:
he
was
knighted
for
his
service
at
Cadiz
by
the
earls
of
Essex
and
Nottingham
,
the
queen's
generals
.
Groyne
,
ask
Tayo's
trembling
tide
,
"
Ask
Cadiz
weeping
o'er
her
ruin'd
pride
,
"
And
Austria
scourg'd
o'er
all
the
subject
seas
.
"
From
this
deep
root
my
blooming
branches
spread
,
"
And
rais'd
their
florisht
head
,
"
Chear'd
with
the
princely
Sir
Thomas
Wodehouse
,
Bart.
was
in
great
favour
with
prince
Henry
,
son
to
James
I.
and
of
his
bed-chamber
;
at
whose
decease
he
retired
to
Kymberley
.
Henry's
orient
ray
;
"
Till
,
rising
on
the
morn
,
importune
Night
"
Spreads
her
black
veil
,
and
blots
his
golden
day
;
"
Darkness
ensues
,
dark
deeds
,
and
impious
might
;
"
Whilst
Discord
,
mounted
on
his
iron
car
,
"
Cries
havock
,
and
lets
slip
the
dogs
of
war
.
"
What
then
could
virtue
,
'fall'n
on
evil
days
,
"
On
evil
days
thus
fall'n
,
and
evil
tongues
,
"
With
dangers
compast
,
'
and
opprest
with
wrongs
,
"
Save
to
the
wild
woods
breathe
her
plaintive
lays
,
"
And
charm
the
shades
,
and
teach
the
streams
to
flow
"
With
all
the
melting
melody
of
woe
?
"
But
what
avail'd
or
voice
,
or
tuneful
hand
,
"
When
hell
bred
Faction
,
rear'd
on
baleful
wings
,
"
Stain'd
with
the
blood
of
nobles
and
of
kings
,
"
Spread
total
desolation
o'er
the
land
?
"
Ah
KYMBER
!
where
was
then
thy
princely
state
?
"
Sunk
in
the
general
fate
;
"
Thy
rich
roofs
sunk
,
o'er
golden
pendents
spread
;
"
Fastolff's
white
croslet
mouldered
from
the
wall
,
"
And
Hamo's
lion
dropt
his
gold
crown'd
head
;
"
The
sacred
chapel
sunk
,
the
festive
hall
;
"
E'en
thy
tall
towers
,
majestic
in
decay
,
"
Like
thy
lost
monarch
,
low
in
ruins
lay
.
"
Thus
Britain
sunk
,
and
thus
sunk
Wodehouse
tower
;
"
So
sinks
the
sun
,
as
o'er
the
turbid
skies
"
Sudden
the
storm-engendering
clouds
arise
,
"
And
vex
with
uproar
wild
Night's
fearful
hour
;
"
That
past
,
his
bright
beams
resalute
the
day
,
"
And
heighten'd
splendors
crown
his
orient
ray
:
"
So
Britain
rose
,
so
rose
my
princely
state
.
"
But
not
the
swelling
column
massy
proof
,
"
The
moulded
pediment
,
the
fretted
roof
,
"
Not
this
fair
fabric
proudly
elevate
,
"
Tho'
fix'd
by
Prowse's
just
palladian
hand
"
Its
towred
honours
stand
;
"
Not
this
clear
lake
,
whose
waving
crystal
spreads
"
Round
yon
hoar
isle
with
awful
shades
imbrown'd
:
"
Not
these
pure
streams
that
vein
the
envermeil'd
meads
:
"
Nor
those
age-honoured
oaks
wide
waving
round
;
"
Exterior
glories
these
,
of
humbler
fame
,
"
Beam
not
that
splendent
ray
which
dignifies
my
name
.
"
The
spark
of
honour
kindling
glorious
thought
,
"
The
soul
by
warm
benevolence
refin'd
,
"
The
aethereal
glow
that
melts
th'
empassion'd
mind
,
"
And
Virtue's
work
to
fair
perfection
brought
,
"
Be
these
my
glories
.
And
thou
,
Power
benign
!
"
Whose
living
splendors
round
the
patriot
shine
,
"
Immortal
Genius
of
this
far-fam'd
land
,
"
This
scepter'd
isle
thron'd
midst
the
circling
sea
,
"
Seat
of
the
brave
,
and
fortress
of
the
tree
,
"
Oft
hast
thou
deign'd
to
take
thy
hallow'd
stand
,
"
These
shades
among
;
at
Virtue's
radiant
shrine
"
Oft
caught
the
flame
divine
,
"
When
dark
Corruption
dim'd
thy
sovereign
light
;
"
Thence
beam'd
thy
solemn
soul-ennobling
ray
,
"
To
gild
these
groves
with
all
thy
lustre
bright
,
"
Where
nobly
thoughtful
Mordaunt
loves
to
stray
,
"
And
manly
Prowse
with
every
science
crown'd
,
"
In
Freedom's
rustic
seat
the
polish'd
Graces
thron'd
.
"
And
thou
,
to
whom
thy
KYMBER
tunes
this
strain
,
"
If
strain
like
this
may
reach
thy
nicer
ear
,
"
O
deign
in
mine
thy
country's
voice
to
hear
,
"
Which
never
to
a
WODEHOUSE
call'd
in
vain
!
"
By
the
proud
honours
of
thy
martial
crest
,
"
The
trophied
tombs
where
thy
fam'd
fathers
rest
,
"
By
Lacy's
,
Clervaux'
,
Hunsdon's
,
Armine's
name
,
"
By
Manhood's
,
Glory's
,
Freedom's
,
Virtue's
praise
,
"
Wake
the
high
thought
,
the
lofty
spirit
raise
,
"
And
blazon
thy
hereditary
fame
.
"
That
fame
shall
live
,
whilst
Pride's
unrighteous
power
,
"
The
pageant
of
an
hour
,
"
Fades
from
the
guilty
scene
,
and
sinks
in
night
:
"
That
fame
shall
live
,
and
spread
its
constant
rays
,
"
Warm
like
the
blessed
sun
with
genial
light
;
"
Whilst
Vice
and
Folly
spend
their
baleful
blaze
,
"
As
meteors
,
glaring
o'er
a
troubled
sky
,
"
Shoot
their
pernicious
fires
,
amaze
,
and
die
.
"
He
ceas'd
his
gratulation
:
the
high
strain
Pierc'd
the
thick
gloom
where
Britain's
Genius
lay
A
line
of
Spenser's
Faery
Queen
.
Cover'd
with
charmed
cloud
from
view
of
day
:
He
heard
,
and
bursting
thro'
the
falsed
train
,
In
all
the
majesty
of
empire
rose
,
And
issued
stern
to
quell
his
vaunting
foes
.
The
Naïads
saw
,
and
swell'd
their
surging
floods
;
Old
KYMBER
saw
,
and
smil'd
;
the
burnish'd
glades
Rejoic'd
;
the
groves
wav'd
their
exulting
shades
;
And
lofty
Feorhou
bow'd
with
all
his
woods
!
The
lordly
lion
ramping
by
his
side
,
He
march'd
in
martial
pride
,
And
pour'd
his
flaming
spirit
o'er
the
land
;
The
kindling
hamlets
rouz'd
with
war's
alarms
,
Snatch
the
bright
faulchion
from
the
hireling
hand
,
And
bravely
train
their
free-born
youth
to
arms
;
Whilst
Liberty
her
glittering
ensign
waves
,
And
bids
each
generous
son
disdain
an
host
of
slaves
.
Then
royally
on
the
ocean
wave
enthron'd
,
With
all
his
terrors
arm'd
,
he
rode
sublime
,
And
roll'd
his
thunders
o'er
each
hostile
clime
:
Seine's
silken
vassals
trembled
at
the
sound
;
The
cloud-wrapt
promontory
shook
,
and
all
Its
rock-bas'd
rampires
nodded
to
their
fall
.
Reign
ever
thus
,
unconquer'd
Britain
,
reign
;
Whilst
thy
free
sons
in
firm
battalions
stand
,
And
guard
with
lion-ramp
their
native
land
:
Thus
fix
thy
throne
,
thus
rule
the
subject
main
!
So
shall
bright
Victory
o'er
thy
laurel'd
head
Her
eagle-pennons
spread
;
Whilst
soft-ey'd
Peace
,
quitting
at
thy
command
Her
radiant
orb
in
yon
empyreal
plain
,
Waves
o'er
the
willing
world
her
myrtle
wand
:
So
shall
the
Muse
her
Doric
oat
disdain
,
And
touch'd
with
sphere-born
Rapture's
hallow'd
fire
,
Swell
her
triumphal
notes
,
and
sweep
the
golden
lyre
.