Part 2 — SONNET TO BRITAIN.
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Halt! Shoulder arms! Recover As you were! Right wheel! Eyes left! Attention! Stand at ease!
O Britain! O my country! Words like these Have made thy name a terror and a fear To all the nations. Witness Ebro's banks, Assaÿe, Toulouse, Nivelle, and Waterloo, Where the grim despot muttered—Sauve qui peut! And Ney fled darkling.—Silence in the ranks!
Inspired by these, amidst the iron crash Of armies, in the centre of his troop The soldier stands—unmovable, not rash— Until the forces of the foeman droop; Then knocks the Frenchman to eternal smash, Pounding them into mummy. Shoulder, hoop!