642 ANNUAL REGISTER, 1816. 



When glancing o'er (by beauteous land, 

 In view thy Public Virtues stand. 

 The Guardian-augels of thy coast, 

 To watch the dear domestic Host, 

 The Heart's Affections, pleased to roam 

 Around the quiet heaven of Home. 



I. love Thee, — when I mark thy soil 

 Floinish beneath the Peasant's tcil, 

 And from its lap of verdure tiirow 

 Treasures which neither Indies know. 



I love Thee, — when 1 hear around 

 Thy looms, and wheels, and anvils sound. 

 Thine Engines heaving all tiieir force. 

 Thy waters labouring on tiieir course. 

 And Arts, and Industry, and Wealth, 

 Exulting ill the joys of Health. 



1 love Tlice, — when I trace thy tale 

 To the dim point where records fail j 

 Thy deeds of old renown inp])irc 

 My bosom with our fathers' lire ; 

 A proiid inheritance 1 claim 

 In all their sufferings, all their fame : 

 Nor less delighted, when I stray 

 Down History's lengthening, widening way. 

 And hail thee in thy prese;it hour, 

 From the meridian arch of power. 

 Shedding the lus+re of thy reign, 

 Like sunshine over land and main. 



I love Thee — when I read the lays 

 Of Eiitish Bards in elder days. 

 Till, rapv on visionary wings, 

 High o'er thy cliffs my Spirit sings ; 

 For I, amidst thy living choir, 

 I too, can touch the sacred lyre. 



I love Thee, — when I contemplate 

 The fuU-orb'd grandeur of thy state ; 

 Thy laws and liberties, that rise 

 Mail's noblest works beneath the skies, 

 To which the Pyramids are taiiie, 

 And Giecian Temples bow their fame : 

 Tiiese, thine immortal Sages wrought 

 Out of the deej;est mines of thought ; 

 These, on the scatibld, in the field, 

 Thy Warriors won, thy Patriots seal'd ; 



These, 



