To Mr Reuke Cambrist,

I have recently noticed that the anniversary of your conflict of liberation coming up.

In honour of the freedom of Brentaal I have composed the following stirring patriotic song for you as a gift from myself to you and your people.

It is called "Rule Brentaalia"

1
When Brentaal first, at Heaven's command
Arose from out the dark ether;
This was the charter of the land,
And guardian angels sang this strain:
"Rule, Brentaalia! Brentaalia! rule the space:
"Brentaalians never will be slaves."
2
The worlds, not so blest as thee,
Must, in their turns, to tyrants fall;
While thou shalt flourish great and free,
The dread and envy of them all.
"Rule, Brentaalia! rule the space:
"Brentaalians never will be slaves."
3
Still more majestic shalt thou rise,
More dreadful, from each foreign stroke;
As the loud blast that tears the skies,
Serves but to root thy native oak.
"Rule, Brentaalia! rule the space:
"Brentaalians never will be slaves."
4
Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame:
All their attempts to bend thee down,
Will but arouse thy generous flame;
But work their woe, and thy renown.
"Rule, Brentaalia! rule the waves:
"Brentaalians never will be slaves."
5
To thee belongs the rural reign;
Thy cities shall with commerce shine:
All thine shall be the subject main,
And every shore it circles thine.
"Rule, Brentaalia! rule the space:
"Brentaalians never will be slaves."
6
The Muses, still with freedom found,
Shall to thy happy coast repair;
Blest World! With matchless beauty crown'd,
And manly hearts to guard the fair.
"Rule, Brentaalia! rule the waves:
"Brentaalians never will be slaves."

I trust you enjoy it.

Regards,