And ye, compeers, who in the classic page, Do homage to the hero and the sage, Whose hearts at base and cruel actions bleed, But rise triumphant at a noble deed—             Forbear from Duty's anxious side to stray, But follow bravely when she leads the way; Follow with head and heart, as Nelson fought; Be vigilant like him in act and thought; Then, as the lark mounts upwards in the skies, Early in life's fair morning will you rise, Expand bold pinions nearest to the sun, And claim the meed of glory fairly won.           

            

            

       XXII.     

       TO THE HETMAN, PLATOFF.     

             O ancient warrior! as we hail thee,           

             And behold thy cordial smile,           

             We hope that greetings ne'er may fail thee,           

             Such as those of Britain's isle.           

                        

             They are, although so seeming rude,           

             Given only where we think them due;           

             Most courteous, e'en when they intrude,           

             Too vehement, but always true!           

                        

             Applauses which no art can fashion,           

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