Though, with insulting view, wild Faction's hordes Point to the spots around thy radiant fame, The Muse, more gen'rous to thy honour'd name, In Freedom's Page thy civil toils records. As, at day's close, oft bold, tho' mellow'd, beams Mark with sublimity yon fairy tow'rs; On the proud column of thy glory beams The setting splendour of thy ev'ning hours! Oh, 'mid the shades that thy own laurels give, May no unhallow'd foot presume to tread! But British youths, by Freedom's Genius led, Catch from thy voice the patriot fires that live; And, at thy parting breath, one relic save— Th' inspiring Virtue that survives the grave! Cumberland.
