Chapter 12 Art has lost its inner charm

Art has lost its inner charm France will resort to force against the world When I was born an angel spoke to me Birth you into this world Reviving Art on Britain's Coast France will fall and worship and prostrate Their weapons will meet your work War will ebb and flow beneath your feet If the country of Ru rejects art Scorn the immortal muse France will restore the art of peace rescued you from the wild shore Now Art has lost its mental Charms, France shall subdue thy World in Arms. So spoke an Angel at my birth; Then said Descend thou upon Earth, Renew the Arts on Britain's Shore,

And France shall fall down & adore. With works of Art their Armies meet And War shall sink beneath thy feet. But if thy Nation Arts refuse, And if they scorn the immortal Muse, France shall the arts of Peace restore And save thee from the Ungrateful shore. Spirit who lovst Britannias Isle Round which the frends of Commerce smile