[Published by Forman, "Poetical Works of P. B. S.", 1876; dated 1810.] Tremble, Kings despised of man! Ye traitors to your Country, Tremble! Your parricidal plan At length shall meet its destiny… We all are soldiers fit to fight, But if we sink in glory's night Our mother Earth will give ye new The brilliant pathway to pursue Which leads to d**h or Victory… ***