Enclos’d within rough Neptune’s
Puissant stands old England’s
relics, which so firmly stand,
To guide the stranger in that foreign land.
To point the path which leads from out the goal,
Which ages form’d to tease the weary soul.
, in her present sovereign state,
Marks out the path which leads from renown’d fate,
And proves to Europe
, in a joyful tone,
That peace surrounds her all-majestic throne;
While commerce o’er her free, and native seas
Spreads out its wings before the changing breeze,
To scatter to all nations far and wide
And bind in one, by freedom’s welcome robe,
! empress of the mighty deep,
Where strength and valour both in one do sleep,
Where love and beauty unite hand in hand
To spread their blessings o’er thy freeborn strand,
Resound thy trumpet o’er the surging wave
To wrench the shackles from the fetter’d slave,
And bid that man revenge the slavish might –
To stand – to conquer – or to die for the right.
protect thee in thy worthy cause,
Which binds thy people to thy noble laws,
And bid that blessings o’er thy land shall flow
To ease thy sorrow and suppress thy woe.
Oh! could those nations which have fall’n to nought
Whose wealth is buried, and whose pow’r is bought,
Have stood to cast their eager eyes on thee,
To crush the peaceful and oppress the free.
shudder at thy mighty call?
In reverence at thy feet? Mighty realm!
Heathenism thy power can ne’er o’erwhelm.
While truth shines brightly o’er thy princely throne,
And peace for ever takes thee as her own;
While love entwines thee in thy sea-girt shore,
Till time its flight shall quell and be no more.