Classic Poem

IV

1

Ye nymphs, the charge is royal,
Which you must convey;
Your hearts and hands employ all,
Hasten to obey;
When earth is grown disloyal,
Show there's honour in the sea.

2

Sports and pleasures shall attend you
Through all the watery plains,
Where Neptune reigns:
Venus ready to defend you,
And her nymphs to ease your pains.
No storm shall offend you
Passing the main;
Nor billow threat in vain
So sacred a train,
Till the gods that defend you
Restore you again.

3

See at your blessed returning
Rage disappears;
The widowed isle in mourning
Dries up her tears,
With flowers the meads adorning,
Pleasure appears,
And love dispels the nation's causeless fears.