Chapter V

To monarchs dear, some hundred miles astray, 70
Oft have they seen Fate give the fatal blow!
The seer, in Sky, shriek'd as the blood did flow,
When headless Charles warm on the scaffold lay!
As Boreas threw his young Aurora[43] forth,
In the first year of the first George's reign, 75
And battles raged in welkin of the North,
They mourn'd in air, fell, fell Rebellion slain!
And as, of late, they joy'd in Preston's fight,
Saw, at sad Falkirk, all their hopes near crown'd!
They raved! divining, through their second sight,[44] 80
Pale, red Culloden, where these hopes were drown'd!
Illustrious William![45] Britain's guardian name!
One William saved us from a tyrant's stroke;
He, for a sceptre, gain'd heroic fame,
But thou, more glorious, Slavery's chain hast broke, 85
To reign a private man, and bow to Freedom's yoke!