O friend to truth! to virtue! to thy kind!
O early call'd to leave these ties behind!
How shall the muse her vary'd tribute pay,
Indulge the tear, and not debase the lay!
Come, fair example of heroic truth!
Descend, and animate the  youth:
Now, when their country's wrongs demand their care,
And proud  meditates the war:
Now, while the trumpet sounds her shrill alarms,
And calls forth all her gen'rous sons to arms;
Pour all thy genius, all thy martial fire
O'er the brave youth, and ev'ry breast inspire.
Say,  is virtue, glory, honour, fame,
To rise from sloth, and catch the martial flame.
When fair occasion calls their vigour forth,
To  the call, and vindicate its worth:
To rouse, to kindle, animate, combine,
Revenge their country's wrongs, and think on Thine.