COME ye--who, if (which Heaven avert!) the Land <br />Were with herself at strife, would take your stand, <br />Like gallant Falkland, by the Monarch's side, <br />And, like Montrose, make Loyalty your pride-- <br />Come ye--who, not less zealous, might display <br />Banners at enmity with regal sway, <br />And, like the Pyms and Miltons of that day, <br />Think that a State would live in sounder health <br />If Kingship bowed its head to Commonwealth-- <br />Ye too--whom no discreditable fear <br />Would keep, perhaps with many a fruitless tear, <br />Uncertain what to choose and how to steer-- <br />And ye--who might mistake for sober sense <br />And wise reserve the plea of indolence-- <br />Come ye--whate'er your creed--O waken all, <br />Whate'er your temper, at your Country's call; <br />Resolving (this a free-born Nation can) <br />To have one Soul, and perish to a man, <br />Or save this honoured Land from every Lord <br />But British reason and the British sword.<br /><br />William Wordsworth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lines-on-the-expected-invasion-1803/
