Thus France her baseless vision forms:
But HE,--long tried in battle storms--
In Ind’s unequal war
Scattering, like dust, the sable swarms
Of Scindiah and Berar;
He, conqueror still where’er he turns,
On Zealand’s frozen reign,
Or where the sultry summer burns
Vimero’s rocky plain;
Who, from his tyrant station shook,
With grasp of steel, Abrantes’ Duke;
HE, who from Douro’s rescued side,
Dispersed Dalmatia’s upstart pride;--
In fortune and desert, the same
On every scene of war,
Sebastiani’s pride shall tame;
And practised Jourdan’s veteran fame,
And Victor! thy portentous name
Shall fade before his star!