Pour'd on the foe; Thund'ring, flashing, Fiercely clashing Arms on Arms-- Glory's Charms, Fir'd each breast with martial glow, Ah, see what piteous scenes appear. When warriors yield their breath; Now dying groans invade the ear, They sink in glorious death. _Prussian_ rage the foe confounds, Some stagger, fall, are slain, Some cover'd o'er with blood and wounds, Lie weltring on the plain, Surpriz'd and confounded, With horror surrounded, And pale fear half dead, They're vanquish'd and fled. Hark! hark! the trumpet's sound A shout for _Victory_ spreads around; And _Victory_ the vales, And _Victory_ the dales, And _Victory_ the tufted hills rebound! When muttering thunders roll along the sky. You may have seen the winged lightnings fly; Quick as thought, the flashes glance Thro' th' immensurable wide expanse-- So nimble warriours flew, When they gave their foes the rout, With this universal shout, "Pursue! pursue! pursue!" O'er carcasses of heroes slain, The mighty victors rode, Where shiver'd armour strew'd the plain Empurpled o'er with blood; Now thund'ring on their broken rear, He spreads destruction, death and fear, Till day forsakes him, and the sullen night, In thickest gloom of hov'ring shades, descends To the assistance of her ghastly friends, And screens the _vanquish'd_ from the _victor's_ sight! _Amer. Mag. and Mo. Chron._, I-240, Feb. 1758, Phila. [Footnote 35: We have taken the liberty to make two or three small alterations here, which we flatter ourselves the ingenious author's judgment will approve of and excuse, as they do not affect the sense.] ODE ON THE LATE VICTORY OBTAINED BY THE KING OF PRUSSIA, By the same [_i. e._, Annandius]. I. Hail matchless monarch! prince renown'd! Long be thy head with laurels crown'd, By victories obtained! For liberty long hast thou stood, In crimson fields of war and blood That peace may be regain'd. II. When Austria and aspiring Gaul Determin'd kingdoms to enthral, Lo Prussia's pow'rful prince! With watchful eye and warlike hand, Makes them aghast and trembling stand, Rais'd up by providence. III. As when a Lion rears his head, The forest wide is fill'd with dread, Each creature seeks his den; Or when Leviathan the great Displays himself in finny state He terrifies the main. IV. In fair record shall long remain The DAY, when on _Thuringia's_ plain SOUBISE before him fled; When HILBOURGHAUSEN'S num'rous band 'Gainst Prussian valor could not stand, With terror almost dead.