Classic Poem

Concordia's Favorite, Britannia, smiles,
And sends glad Tidings, to her Sister Isles;
The high-arch'd Heav'ns echo forth the Tale,
Hymen and Love, in George 's Breast prevail.
The youthful Monarch, struck with Virtue's Charms,
To blest Charlotta opes his Royal Arms;
Amidst repeated Conquests, courts the Fair
To share his Glory, and his Kingdoms share.

AIR.

Love and Hymen , both united
To subdue him, but clear-sighted,
Prudence wou'd the Shaft direct;
Wisdom and Religion siding,
George 's Choice, his Wishes guiding,
Shall their fav'rite Pair protect.

AIR.

Come, Flora sweet, exert thy Pow'r,
Unfading Chaplets strait prepare;
Collect each gay delicious Flow'r,
To crown the lovely Royal Pair!

Beneath their Foot-steps, strew the Rose,
But strip the Thorn from off the Stem;
The sweet'st Flow'r, by far, that grows,
And in it's Bloom, resembles them.

RECITATIVE .

Hark! how the Trumpet's martial Notes
The gladsom Heart rejoice,
While slaught'ring Cannons hoarser Throats,
Assume loud Thunder's Voice;

But now the dread, the hollow Roar
Wastes, gradu'lly upon the Shore;
The awful Sound no more we hear,
But melting Strains attract the Ear.

AIR.

Ev'ry Soul-enchanting Beauty,
Deck the chosen of the King;
Ev'ry Grace, with ardent Duty
To Charlotta 's Features spring.

Sprightly, pleasing in her Mein,
As Dian chaste,
With Virtue grac'd;
Not all too much, for George 's Queen.

AIR.

Smiling Joys, around them waiting,
Mutual Fires,
Fond Desires,
Never cloying, ne'er abating;
See! promis'd from the blest Embrace
A Briton Monarch's blooming Race.

CHORUS.

O grant, ye Gods, Hibernia 's Pray'r;
Let Angels guard the Royal Pair!
Be they virtuous, good and great,
And ev'ry Joy their Wish attend;
May choicest Blessings round them wait,
And distant Nations to them bend:
Now, loudly let the Valleys ring.
Long live Britannia 's true-born King.