Extempore on the INVASION of WALCHEREN
The Universal Magazine, XII (October, 1809), p. 312
Fire the guns,—illume the streets,
Ring the bells,—the bonfires raise;
Sing of Chatham's glorious feats,
Roar around the land his praise,
Immense the train he took to sea,
Wond'rous heroes, wondrous man!
Immortal must these armies be,
They have taken Walcheren!
Let the tales of other times
Never more be sung or said;
Higher subjects meet our rhimes,
Than e'er knew the mighty dead.
Flushing, town of gin and slush,
Far renown'd for fog and fen,
The conq'ring hosts of England crush,
And take—O wondrous! Walcheren!
Bonaparte's rush light see,
Castlereagh will sure blow out;
And the land of Zuyder Zee,
He'll be taking by the shout,
Ministers beyond all praise,
Senders forth of valiant men,
Who their monuments shall raise,
Conquerors of Walcheren!
Every good to Britain now
Must extend from side to side,
And surrounding nations vow,
She's of the universe the pride.
Immortal Chatham! great's the deed,
Greater never told the pen,
For every blessing must succeed
Now thou has taken Walcheren!
Sleep not now the deed is done,
Invaders bold of bogs and sand;
With open eyes each mother's son,
Guard the captur'd, valued land.
So of mud, and Slugs, and Scheld,
You'll be call'd the conquering men;
And to future times upheld,
Your wondrous works at Walcheren!
Downs, August 1809.