When the British warrior queen, Bleeding from the Roman rods, Sought, with an indignant mien, Counsel from her country's gods, Sage beneath the spreading oak Sat the Druid, hoary chief; Every burning word he spoke Full of rage, and full of grief. "Princess! if our aged eyes Weep upon thy matchless wrongs, 'Tis because resentment ties All the terrors of our tongues. "Rome shall perish—write that word In the blood that she has spilt; Perish, hopeless and abhorr'd, Deep in ruin as in guilt. "Rome, for empire far renown'd, Tramples on a thousand states; Soon her pride shall kiss the ground,— Hark, the Gaul is at her gates! Heedless of a soldier's name; Sounds, not arms, Harmony the path to fame. "Then the progeny that springs From the forests of our land, Arm'd with thunder, clad with wings, Shall a wider world command. "Regions CÆsar never knew Thy posterity shall sway; Where his eagles never flew None invincible as they." Such the bard's prophetic words, Pregnant with celestial fire, Bending as he swept the chords Of his sweet but awful lyre. She, with all the monarch's pride, Felt them in her bosom glow, Rush'd to battle, fought and died; Dying, hurled them Ruffians, pitiless as proud, Heaven awards the vengeance due; Empire is on us bestowed, Shame and ruin wait for you. NOTES.Boadicea was queen of the Iceni, a powerful and warlike tribe of Britons, about the middle of the first century. Upon the death of her husband, Prasutagus, her kingdom was seized by the Romans, and she In this poem, Cowper represents the queen as, soon after her shameful treatment by the Romans, seeking counsel from one of the native priests. The Druid prophesies the destruction of Rome and the future greatness of Britain. |