700 ANNUAL REGISTER, 1810. 



With genial current far and wide, 

 Flows of" benevolence the copious tide, 

 Grateful the boon, while shouiing myriads see, 

 That dries Affliction's tear, and sets the captive free. 



Though looking back through many an age. 

 Since Egbert first our Saxon sires obey'd. 



No king recorded stands on history's page 

 So long, who England's golden sceptre sway'd ; 

 O yet, through many a rolling year, 

 Long ! long ! may Albion's joyful race 

 Behold a crown, to Freedom sacred, grace 



The man they love — the Sovereign they revere. 



Though seated on her rocky throne, 

 Girt by her navy's adamantine zone, 

 Britannia rears sublime her dauntless head. 

 Amid the storms of war that round her spread; 

 Yet by a gen'rous ^lonarch be possess'd. 

 The first great object of his patriot breast, 

 May every baleful vapour fly, 

 That hangs malignant now o'er Europe's sky ; 

 Infernal Discord's iron tempest cease. 

 And George's sun decline in glory and in peace ! 



ODE FOR HIS MAJESTY'S BIRTH-DAY. 



\^Bij the same.'] 



When loud the wintry tempest roars. 

 When dark the exhalations rise. 



When dash the billows 'gainst the shores, 

 And sable clouds obscure the skies ; 

 Cheerful amid the dreary scene, 

 Hope looks abroad with eye serene, 

 To happier hours, when Spring again 

 Shall shew her renovated reign, 

 And leading on the rosy hours, 

 Shall strew the teeming earth with flowers ; 



With young delight each bosom cheer, 



And wake to joy again the renovated year. 



Or if, it chance, the influence bland 

 Be check'd by adverse skies awhile. 



By Eurus' ruder gales if fann'd. 

 Uncertain April cease to smile : 



