Classic Poem

When thy firm sons undaunted heard th' alarms
Of vengeful pow'rs, nor fear'd united arms;
Thy Senate when astonish'd nations saw
Deal out with steady zeal impartial law;
When dove-like Concord, soft as Hermon's dew,
Could healing balsam o'er thy councils strew;
By T HEE inspir'd, when Social Love alone
With warm affection fenc'd thy envy'd throne;
Then thy brave sons their Cross victorious bore,
The dreaded banner of thy sea-girt shore:
G ENIUS of B RITAIN ! let those times return,
For T HEE , for G LORY , bid each bosom burn.

Still ancient worth thy D ELEGATE retains,
No sensual vice thy royal sceptre stains;
In Pleasure's tempting spring, thy cheering ray
His heart impell'd to tread the better way;
Proud of thy guardian-care, his honours spring,
And form the rarest gem — a C HRISTIAN K ING :
O! bid thy sons his real worth revere,
Bid loyal Love, bid native Zeal appear;
Bid the loud blasts of horrid tumult cease,
And charm contending factions into peace:
G ENIUS of B RITAIN ! dart thy glowing fire,
With loyal ardour ev'ry breast inspire.