To these, to all, he freely bids adieu,
215 But every fear, Columba, is for you,
For you he braves the storm, with dauntless soul,
Sees the surge burst, or mountain billow roll,
Thro' the long voyage unnumber'd perils past,
Safely he makes Cape-Breton's coast at last :
220 Ah ! Lewis start, dire dreams they sleep invade,
Here falls thy fav'rite, here thy lilly fade,
A mint of cost in vain her ramparts rear'd,
And her proud walls they best battalions guard,
Thy name, presumptuous Prince, in vain she wears,
225 And heaves her haughty bulwarks to the stars,
Her period's come, now shines the fated day,
When all her glories in the dust shall lay,
But ah ! what havock strews her stormy shore,
Now floats her flow'ry fields with floods of gore,
230 E're the last gasp, e're the decisive groan,
When British valour wins th' important Town.

YE youth who glorious to the battle bled,
And you by fate to future fame decreed,
Now from the roving Corsair's ravage free,
235 The rich-fraught vessels course the peaceful sea ;
On the broad bank the Fisher feels no fear,
New-Albion thanks ye with a greater tear, &c. &c.
    D     NOR,