Colonies from the dominion of France, and all the
horrors of civil and religious slavery :

ALOFT in air the golden standards play,
Standards erst spread so many a glorious day,
When Britain's host th' illustrious Marboro' led,
When Tallard yielded, or when Berwick bled,
Standards, no hostile hand shall dare prophane,
180 Nor e're be trampl'd on the carnag'd plain,
Their sacred shade the Soldier's soul inspires,
Nerves his whole heart, and kindles all his fires,
Th' embattl'd war to martial musick moves
Thro' long know vales, and oft frequented groves,
185 To the clift skirt coast that girds fair Albian's reign,
On whose broad margin swells the ambient main.

AND after some very tender and natural reflec-
tions, he says,

210 HERE the big heart is seen to breath a sigh,
And the salt tear to scald the Soldier's eye,
Not that his Sire betrays a Parent's pangs,
Or round his neck the spoused Virgin hangs,
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