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LINES WRITTEN AT THE REQUEST OF THE HIGHLAND SOCIETY TO COMMEMORATE THE DAY OF VICTORY IN EGYPT, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: Pledge to the much-loved land that gave us birth
Last Line: Their country leave unconquered as of yore!
Subject(s): Moore, Sir John (1761-1809); Napoleonic Wars


PLEDGE to the much-loved land that gave us birth!
Invincible romantic Scotia's shore!
Pledge to the memory of her parted worth!
And first, amidst the brave, remember Moore!

And be it deemed not wrong that name to give,
In festive hours, which prompts the patriot's sigh!
Who would not envy such as Moore to live?
And died he not as heroes wish to die?

Yes, though too soon attaining glory's goal,
To us his bright career too short was given;
Yet in a mighty cause his phoenix soul
Rose on the flames of victory to Heaven!

How oft (if beats in subjugated Spain
One patriot heart) in secret shall it mourn
For him! -- How oft on far Corunna's plain
Shall British exiles weep upon his urn!

Peace to the mighty dead; -- our bosom thanks
In sprightlier strains the living may inspire!
Joy to the chiefs that led old Scotia's ranks,
Of Roman garb and more than Roman fire!

Triumphant be the thistle still unfurled,
Dear symbol wild! on Freedom's hills it grows,
Where Fingal stemmed the tyrants of the world.
And Roman eagles found unconquered foes.

Joy to the band this day on Egypt's coast,
Whose valor tamed proud France's tricolor,
And wrenched the banner from her bravest host,
Baptized Invincible in Austria's gore!

Joy for the day on red Vineira's strand,
When, bayonet to bayonet opposed,
First of Britannia's host her Highland band
Gave but the death-shot once, and foremost closed!

Is there a son of generous England here
Or fervid Erin? -- he with us shall join,
To pray that in eternal union dear,
The rose, the shamrock, and the thistle twine!

Types of a race who shall th' invader scorn,
As rocks resist the billows round their shore;
Types of a race who shall to time unborn
Their country leave unconquered as of yore!





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