But when our Country's cause provokes to Arms,
  How martial music ev'ry bosom warms!
  So when the first bold vessel dar'd the seas,
  High on the stern the Thracian rais'd his strain,
      While Argo saw her kindred trees
      Descend from Pelion to the main.
      Transported demi-gods stood round,
    And men grew heroes at the sound,
    Enflam'd with glory's charms:
  Each chief his sev'nfold shield display'd,
  And half unsheath'd the shining blade:
  And seas, and rocks, and skies rebound,
  To arms, to arms, to arms!