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PANURGI PHILOCABALLI [451-475
Hunnusque Europam vastaret caedibus omnem,
Haec sola est magni regio intra moenia mundi
Quae nunquam hostiles accepit victa secures.
Cumque aliae gentes domitae victricibus armis
Mutavere suas turpi formidine sedes;
Et cum barbaries domitum suppresserat orbem,
Haec eadem patrios tutata est Marte penates,
Fortunae insanis baud succubitura procellis.
Jam vero laesi cum Caesaris alta potestas
Praedonis pede pressa jacet, cape fortiter arma,
Victricesque acies, proavitasque exere vires.
Nunc nunc ille tuus ductor multo agmine Gramus
Caesareis venit auspiciis, atqua arma capescit,
Et patriae vindex pro libertate laborat
Impia sacrilegi contra molimina Belgae.
Hie ille est tanti solus qui pondera belli,
Et conjuratos Europae sustinet ictus
Intrepidus, pulsoque gerit pro Caesare bellum.
O quam te memorem, quantoque amplector honore
Grame, Leonigeri spes et tutela Stuarti ?
Dum valet ancipitem manus haec vibrare securem,
Atque anima in mediis ebullit fervida venis ;
Non ego te Batavas metuam ductore catervas,
Saeva nec Auriaci formidem tela tyranni.
is the only region of the earth which never bowed before an invading
sovereign. While other nations left their settlements in base fear,
and when barbarism was oppressing the world, this race by its
sword maintained the paternal Penates, and yielded not to the
storms of fortune. Now, when the heel of the robber tramples on
the violated power of the Caesar, seize your arms, and call out the
conquering tribes of the ancient race. Now, now the Graham
comes as your leader with a great force under the auspices of the
King. He labours as the avenger of his country for her liberty
against the impious designs of the Belgian. Here is he who alone
fearlessly sustains the weight of so great a contest, and conducts
the war for the exiled monarch against the allied force of Europe.
O Graham, the hope and guardian of the lion-bearing Stuart,
how can I speak of thee, with w hat honour do I embrace thee f
While I can wield the double-headed axe, and life-blood throbs in
my veins, thou being our leader, I will fear no Batavian force, no
dart of the Orange tyrant. Whether you bid me follow to the

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