But when our Country's Cause provokes to Arms,
How martial Musick every Bosom warms!
So when the first bold Vessel dar'd the Seas,
High on the Stern the  rais'd his Strain,
While  saw her kindred Trees
Descend from  to the Main.
Transported Demi-Gods stood round,
And Men grew Heroes at the Sound,
Enflam'd with Glory's Charms:
Each Chief his sevenfold Shield display'd,
And half unsheath'd the shining Blade;
And Seas, and Rocks, and Skies rebound
To Arms, to Arms, to Arms!