1792. poeiry. ' 2^1 



For cimmerce, pler.ty, arts akne I ajk : 



My pivpli happy,— fin'ifo^d is my Sap:.. 



But viin our ihips the unknown seas divide. 



In vain we trace old Ocean's f-'irthest tid; ; 



We strive in vain remotest lands to find^ 



And with a golden chain unite mankind ; 



For Ta:i.i\ with man determin'd war maintains, 



And havock spoils ev'n Europe's polifli'd plains. 



Since thus we stand to neighb'ring pow'rs a prey. 



We feel a charge to ward the fatal day." 



Thus spoke the monarch, or he thought at least. 

 While love and pity warni'd his royal Ijreasl;, 

 As down thy side his gliding car descends, 

 To meecthe blefsings of his subjects friends^ 

 Whose love and loyalty united, give 

 The tniest welcome sov'reigns can receive. 



Up.like this welcome met, in days of yore, 

 A prince*, ill fated, on tie Portsmouth ihore. 

 When scap'd from wand'rings, here, in cells immur'd. 

 Trembling he lay, nor here, alas ! secur'd. 

 Those ho-iry walls which bear his sacred bust. 

 When he and rebels crumbled are in dust. 

 This lefion teach in ev'ry future sway. 

 To reign like George, and like to us obey ; 

 • Then Ihall the grateful subjects crown the plains, 

 To pour tiicir blel^ings if a father reigns; 

 Such late thou saw'st around thy sea-girt base. 

 Where winding harbours all thy form enibrace. 

 Where splendid towns adorn thy binding Ihore, 

 And firm-built mounds repel the ocean's pow'r ; 

 Tliou saw'st the whole one living scene display. 

 And ftiouting thousands lead the monarch's way. 

 To where he heard unnumbi-r'd bljws resound, 

 Sliw Labour smile, and Toil rejoice around ; 

 To wheie he saw his wooden bulwarks rise,- 

 Tow'ricg aloft of vast capacious size, 

 Whose oak-ribb'd sides, black-frowning swell on high,. 

 Where forth in smoke destructive thunders tly ; 

 'Midst smoke and noise lie saw our splendour rise. 

 And Chearful Freedom smile without disguise. 



As when in annual round, v.'iih life fraught ray^ 

 In Spring's fair season comes the orb of day, 

 Creltion smiling owns his genial pow'r, 

 And prostmte nations the bright god adore j 

 So you, great prince ! when led by public cares. 

 Where one wide sxene of industry appears, 

 Saw grateful thousands 'midst their toils look gay-» 

 And heard their blefsings on your gentle sWiy. 



» Charles i. 



