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1780–1832

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Thomas Gent

When discord blew her fell alarm On Gallia's blood-stain'd ground; When usurpation's giant arm Enslav'd the nations round:

The thunders of avenging heaven To Nelson's chosen hand were given; By Nelson's chosen hand were hurl'd To rescue the devoted world!

The tyrant pow'r, his vengeance dread, To Egypt's shores pursued; At Trafalgar its hydra-head For ever sunk subdued.

The freedom of mankind was won! The hero's glorious task was done! When heaven, oppression's ensigns furl'd, Recall'd him from the rescued world.

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