Though Time, with all destroying power,
Rolls years on years away,
And even in this exulting hour
Devotes us to decay:
Yet to redeem that tyrant's wrath,
Resounds the voice of Fame,
Who gives her loudest trumpet breath,
With Pitt's immortal name.
The battle shout is heard no more,
Through Europe's wide domain,
And Peace proclaims on every shore
Her joy-inspiring reign:
Our gallant Ship rides safe at last,
O'er all the storms of war,
Though, 'mid the fury of the blast,
She lost her Leading Star.
Let Nations join the votive strain,
And grateful turn to thee!
Whose counsels burst Oppression's chain,
And bade mankind be free.
Thy voice, alas! no more we hear,
To win our fond acclaim,
But Memory prompts the patriot tear
At thy immortal name.