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On what foundation stands the warrior's pride How just his hopes let Swedish Charles decide A frame of Adamant, a Soul of fire No dangers fright him & no labours tire, O'er love, o'er fear extends his wide domain Unconquer'd Lord of pleasure & of pain; No joys to him pacific scepters yeild, War sounds the trump he rushes to the field; Behold surrounding kings their pow'rs combine And one capitulate, & one resign; Peace courts his hand, but spreads her charms in vain, "Think nothing gain'd, he cries, till nought remain "On Moscow's walls till Gothic standards fly "And all be mine beneath the polar sky." The March begins in military state And nations on his Eye suspended wait; Then famine guards the solitary coast, And winter barricades the realms of frost; He comes nor want nor cold his course delay, -- Hide blushing glory hide Pultowa's day.
